The Kids (and We) Are All Right

Sometimes I worry. Scratch that. Most of the time I worry. I worry about whether my daughter is getting all she needs from me as her mother. Whether, as a freelance/entrepreneurial household, the bills will get paid. Whether hubby and I will survive the storms that inevitably come to most marriages. Whether I will ever …

From Rage to Rest and Back Again: The Importance of Self Care in the Face of Injustice

  Here’s my truth: I don’t do tragedy very well. Not my own and definitely not the calamities of others. There’s something about heartbreak and injustice, death and destruction that breaks my heart over and over and over again. As somewhat of a depressive, these kinds of events can send me to the extremes of …