Wow. I haven't written a single post this month. Sorry about that! Except, not really. Sorry, not sorry, because a shift has been underfoot as I approached my 34th birthday on the fourteenth of this month. A shift that required me to be silent and observe. Three months ago, the only way I that felt I could move forward and through my heartbreak and grief was to write — to expel and capture how I felt, and to try to make some sense of it. Right now, what feels right is to be quiet because so much is changing, so fast, for the better.Read More
I first met Kerry about ten years ago on the dance floor of Burlington, Vermont's Memorial Auditorium where both of us studied West African dance and drum through Jeh Kulu for many years. She was not far into her journey of single motherhood when we first met. I remember seeing the challenges she was facing at the time, as her then-very-young daughter would beg for her parents' reunion. Years later, I can closely relate to what Kerry must have been feeling at the time.Read More
I find solace in sharing my story, but I find just as much, or more strength when a woman in a similar situation grants me the gift of hearing her story. We’re taught to “keep your personal life personal.” But in so doing, we deny ourselves the chance to connect and heal, the opportunity to give and receive support, and to stand in solidarity during a moment of need. Thus the birth of Badass Mamas on Phoenix Mom Rising, a new series of stories that will share the experiences of fellow females; the tales of brave women who have been similarly tasked to rise from the ashes of life’s not-so-little challenges.Read More
Sometimes, one minute part of the day can trigger a deep, dark, haunted place and cast an emotional shadow over the otherwise abundant goodness that surrounds us. At least, for as long as we allow it to. Yesterday I was confronted with some annoying news that sadly, was not entirely as shocking as it should have been. But as I sat with the news, despite all of the reasonable facts that should have kept me relatively unaffected by it, tears dropped down my cheeks and I began to sink into my deep, dark, haunted place, wavering between disbelief and disappointment.Read More
So tonight, I was sitting on the couch when I noticed my daughter carefully making her way across the living room from her faux-kitchen to me. She had a cup and a saucer in each hand, one of which she handed to me and the other she'd made for herself. As I pretended to sip and praise the "coffee" she made me, she ran back to her kitchen and grabbed her little teapot and returned to my side, relocating her own cup and saucer adjacent to mine. "Here mama," she said every time I would "drink" the cup, "You want a little more coffee?"Read More
When I was originally honored with a request to be a bridesmaid in my best friend Dave and his then-fiancée Ambar's wedding, the World's Cutest Human was to join me as a flower girl. But then my family quit our New York life and hit the road, and those plans became a little more difficult (abandoning our beloved trailer in some campground across the country for a weekend when we're first starting out seemed daunting, if not totally stupid).Read More
“Mama, go home now?” requested The World’s Cutest Human today as we stood staring at the jaw dropping sight of a colony of hundreds of Northern Gannet birds on Île Bonaventure off the coast of Percé in the Québec Maritime.
I paused and smiled. Home. That was the first time she referred to the trailer as “home.”Read More
Social media is funny. It allows perfect strangers a window into each others’ lives (and on occasion even unique insight into a friend you thought you knew). In time, you feel as though you know people you’ve never met. And in a way, you do.
There are those who are innocuous Instagram'ers, provoking no reaction and simply being present. And people who view their social media as a private TMZ channel, mistaking themselves for celebrities with a personal broadcast system.Read More