As you may (or may not) have noticed, I’ve been scarce on my blog this last year—but especially during the summer.The truth is, we have been in the middle of high levels of transitions with moving, getting kiddos settled, managing our own emotions around all the upheaval, and simply trying to live. ...
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First We Say Goodbye {On Feeling Untethered}
In the last 15 years, I have moved at least ten times. Each move caused me to feel a bit untethered—as though the world wouldn’t know me anymore once I left my address. Almost like the physical place is why people knew me at all, and once I left it, my permanence in the world would be gone and my ...
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Small: An Update on my #OneWord365
Back in January, when my eyes were still bleary from sleepless nights with my newborn, I chose a word for the year. It felt ambitious to pick one at all, frankly. I felt infinitely grateful for the new life in front of me, but also insanely tired and even taking out the trash felt like too ...
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Longing for Abundant Life {Featured on the Redbud Post}
May is Mental Health Awareness Month and the Redbud Writers Guild is focusing their articles on this subject. If you've followed my blog for awhile, you know it's my desire to educate and promote healing through the modalities of writing and psychotherapy. It's my honor to share some of my story on ...
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I Thought I Was Brave {Learning to Redefine Courage}
When I was six years old, I entered a talent show and told them I had a dance routine to perform (I didn’t), and I went up on stage and made it up as I went. People told me it was good. I thought I was brave.
When I was in college, I thought I wanted to attend law school, become a social justice ...
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On Birthdays {And Numbering Our Days}
Today I turn 34, which feels ridiculous, really. Every year I say to my husband, “I can’t believe it’s my birthday again!” And every year he says with a little smile, “Yep, it really snuck up on us.”
It didn’t actually though, because usually I’ve been talking about it for a bit. Not in a selfish ...
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