Being a mom means wearing so many different hats sometimes in the space of an hour. Being a work at home, homeschooling mom ads a few more hats but to me is so worth it. Now I have to add a hat to my

Back when I was first making the decision to quit practicing law and do, well, anything other than work in a law firm, I spent A LOT of time agonizing over what my "purpose" was. "If money was no obje

It's not the being that is hard, it is the becoming. It's being on the verge.What am I on the verge of? Everything. Nothing. All of it at once.No, these are not fortunes from a cookie, or daily medita

Ana's post got me thinking last night. She wrote, 'they used to be called housewives,' a fab post. It was the 'used to' that I couldn't get out of my mind. Does that mean this term is now redundant in

So many of us have encountered abuse. So many of us have buried their wounds deep inside. Children are afraid, they daren't talk or they rebel, they run away, try and kill themselves. We all run away

I’ve spent a great deal of my 6+years as a mother making peace with my own troubled relationship with my mom, a fact I doubt places me in a different position than countless other women.  The process

I guess I'll officially declare that this will be Ricky month. What follows is another oldie-but-goodie. About a decade before he was longing for a golden penis sheath to show off in the locker room,

I'm back in school. I have returned to an institution of higher learning so that I can receive the benefit of an improved mind and increased access to information. For example, if I hadn't gone back t

  Brian had slammed the front door with such force on his way out, it bounced back open. Deb, overcome by the tidal wave of his ignorance, fell against the perpetual pile of stuff in the dining room.

  Every morning, I’d been waking to the beauty of spring unfolding. Cherry blossoms, orange blossoms, and the songbird symphony. Smiles from my son, his natural joy sprinkled life as we moved through