I often want to run away from my feelings. But when I hang out with them instead, a strange thing happens. This is a poem about not running away.Read more
“Etta, I don’t think you’re supposed to lie down during meditation,” Otto remarked, with a sideways glance at me. He was clearly hoping I’d make her come out from under the kitchen table and do it RIGHT. Etta was sprawled on the floor, petting the dog, who was enthusiastically lapping up spilled popcorn and bits of mashed potato …Read more
There is no rush.Take this moment to pause, breathe. When you’re yelling at the kids to hurry up and getRead more
when john died,
i blamed myself.
turns out my siblings
blamed themselves too.
how does that work
I experienced my first lockdown at the kids’ school this afternoon. The end of the day bell had just rung. Kids were spilling out of the classroom doors. Etta was the first out of her classroom; she saw me waiting for her on the grass outside and came running pell-mell to give me a hug, a big grin on her face. I was just about to ask how her day was when the announcement came loudly over the intercom, calm but insistent …Read more