Here we go again!

Here we go again!

We’re going down the rabbit hole. I’ve been doing a fair amount of work on myself. It started with an exploration of anxiety, which led to inherited family trauma, and then internal family systems. So, that’s what I’ll be serving up for the...
Trent, Sandy Hook, and My Mom

Trent, Sandy Hook, and My Mom

I’ve been in Spain since May 7th, visiting Khrystyna Lukashchuk, the artist who illustrated Prince Tarkten and The Rocking House. This week, I’d like you to have a vacation too, so I’m bringing back an oldie but goodie. Searching for something else, I stumbled across...
“I take good care of myself.”

“I take good care of myself.”

One morning, sitting up in bed, blue headphones on, I listened to a meditation on self-love. Roxie was in her fuzzy round bed on the floor, waiting for the blue headphones to come off. The meditation was a series of affirmations, the speaker’s voice soothing and...
The Glob of Metamorphosis

The Glob of Metamorphosis

Back when I was writing those emails that showed I wasn’t entirely okay, in hindsight, here’s what I believe was going on: I was metamorphosing—being reduced to a globby mess so I could reconfigure. I’d been doing a lot of meditation on self-love, generational trauma,...
Outcome Measures vs. Process Measures

Outcome Measures vs. Process Measures

Last week, as I wrote my PostScript about the challenge of asking, I tipped my head down as my hand scribbled words into my composition notebook.  I didn’t want my writer buddy, who was on a Zoom writing sprint with me, to see my tears. But then I decided I don’t have...
More (Not) About the Cookies

More (Not) About the Cookies

When my morning alarm goes off, I pull myself up to sitting, lean back against my headboard, and grab my phone to begin a meditation. On Sundays, I sometimes first check that my weekly email went out. Sometimes I re-read it, sometimes I don’t. Last Sunday, I read my...
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