There are so many things that can follow that one little word. You are so special. You did it. It can turn your day around. Or it can not. You suck. You little bitch. You acted like a baby. Rebecca has done it again and made me think about how much I there really is in you. The impact of our words is great, but before them our thoughts carry even more power. I think about things in an argument, about what I’ll say next. There are things that I pull, because as Galit so beautifully said, there are soft places that we must keep sacred. I do it in my work as well, whether I am making a pitch or responding to a question about a…
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A few weeks ago I was invited to write a post about marriage for #TheHereYear. The Here Year is a project/mission of Aidan Donnelley Rowley and Lindsey Mead, a 12-month long look at presence. Each month they select a different theme and riff on it and invite others to do so as well. It’s been fascinating to watch the posts, so many different stories and unique takes on being here, from an unflinching introspection on social media use, to touching on a subject they haven’t written about publicly, to stripping away everything but the truth. I was excited to participate, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, what I thought was, turned out not to have been at all—a bit like walking away from handing…
Categories: Marriage
Tagged: #MarriedWithOpinions, Love, marriage
It was a simple enough question, “Mom, can you cut these for shorts for me?” Finely stood beside me, her hair irresistibly akimbo from going to bed immediately after her bath. I touched the raised, white polka dots and let the memories come. Three sets of legs walking around in these pants. I’d bought them on one of my many shopping excursions powered by a firm belief that kids should be encouraged to mix patterns. Soon enough they’ll have rules to follow, shapes to dress for, and other loads of shit that detract from just dressing to please yourself and suit your activities. She waited patiently, perfectly accustomed to my tendency toward glazed-eye reflection. “Cut them?” I asked softly. “Uh-huh, I don’t have anymore…
Categories: Mama Sap
For each “Up-up” that passes a little one’s lips… For every adult that secretly hopes for things to look up… Wishing that you find the arms and words to take flight. If you have it, be grateful. If you can, offer it.
Categories: Random
The day started like any other, the cat meowing in my face, the alarm sounding, and my body begging for more sleep. I popped out of bed as if denying the fatigue would make it go away. Lunches were easy enough to pack because Sean had gone to the store on the way home from work the night before. Nobody called out to me for specific clothes that they needed for school, there were no misplaced folders or missing shoes. We got out the door on time and the teacher cancelled the field trip that would have had us tromping around a pond in the rain. It was a relatively easy morning, and yet I am sitting in a Starbucks sobbing. Granted I’ve…
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