Oh, my. On days like these I am reminded of how fragile I can be sometimes.
All it takes is “a thing” to get me spiraling. And there’s almost always “a thing.” Life is full of them.
Work was hard today. I can’t really write about it because I feel weird writing about work stuff on this [...]
“Mommy, I so love you!” declares Sami at least once a day.
Does he know what this means? I don’t know, nor do I care, because it’s just wonderful to hear. He says it joyfully, authentically.
I’d like to think he’s picked it up from me. I tell him I love him all the darn time. I [...]
There are a lot of things that my ex used to do that I never had to worry about. Car stuff was one of them. We had a very traditional relationship, and very untraditional too, in that he handled the guy stuff AND most of the girl stuff. He basically took care of everything Grown-up [...]
Today I have experienced some powerful shifts that have reframed the way I look at my single parent life. I have been holding on to a lot of beliefs that no longer serve, and now I see them for what they are: not truth, certainly not Truth, just stories that I like to tell myself [...]
I am currently reading a book entitled Dark Night of the Soul by Thomas Moore, and I am very much appreciating the way he puts despair into a cultural and mythological context. So unlike the bland psychological approaches that dominate our culture today. Even I, as a professional critic of the mental health industry and [...]
I am hungry.
I have never felt this empty, this hollowed out, this vulnerable — not that I can remember. Perhaps I have always felt protected by the love of a man, or the interest of a man. The attention in some way, shape, or form. Even if everything else was going wrong in my life, [...]
A light blue cast of my ex’s lower teeth sits on top of my toilet, a bizarre bit of sculpture that I can’t seem to part with. Every time I go to the toilet I think about putting them away or emailing him to ask him if he wants them for future dental-related issues. [...]
Welcome to this blog - my chronicle of the illuminating, character-building path of single parenthood. I'm making this up as I go along. My life is my practice, and my five year-old son is my greatest teacher.