Tag: life real raw broken beautiful
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Social Distancing Week 34…Stuck In The Middle
Friday, November 6. 2020…10:07am The end of week 34. All week I’ve had snippets of the song “Stuck In The Middle With You” by Stealers Wheel running through my head. Clowns to the left of me – this entire debacle that is the 2020 presidential election, teenagers who clearly need some space from each other,…
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Election Eve Pondering and a Promise
I am feeling all the feels – all the feels for myself, for my teenagers who are deeply invested in this election as they come of age in an upside down world, for my core belief that we owe it to each other to fight for the common good, for my fear that another four…
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Social Distancing Week 33…Be Gentle
Every single bit of that exhaustion is real, and cumulative, and palpable. If it were solely a personal exhaustion, I could believe that it would dissipate with more sleep or better self care. But it’s not just a personal exhaustion. It’s a societal exhaustion and I have a feeling it’s effects will linger in all…
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Social Distancing Week 32…You Can’t Always Get What You Want
In week 32 of our schools being physically closed, the “want” in our family to be back on campus has to be secondary to the critical “need” for in person instruction for a small group of students. We can’t always get what we want, but I am deeply happy to see other kids getting what…
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Social Distancing Week 31…Mourning In A Pandemic
Mourning may be solitary, but a celebration of life needs community.
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Birthday Eves and World Mental Health Day
On this day 15 years ago there was so much I did not know. I certainly didn’t imagine that our every day would include my child living (thriving) with mental illness. And that means that somewhere out there this evening are other mothers, in other hospitals, waiting for their own baby to join the world…
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Social Distancing Week 30…We Could Make This Place Beautiful
I came across a poem this morning that was originally written in 2016 by the poet Maggie Smith. Good Bones gets to the core of the restlessness tied to trying to hold space for hope, while raising kids in a world that feels upside down. So pretty much me, right now…
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Social Distancing Week 29+….We’re Living The Plot Of A Terrible Dystopian Novel
If this were an actual novel, I would have thrown it across the room in disgust several chapters back. But this is real life (real absurd life), so I’m stuck waiting for the next plot twist while trying to hold out hope for something redemptive to happen.
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Social Distancing Week 28…No Rest For The Weary
I don’t generally feel helpless, but 28 weeks in on a global pandemic I admit to feeling a deepening sense that my actions aren’t having much impact on outcomes. So yeah, I’m feeling kind of helpless. And my brain is trying to problem solve me out of that feeling with no respect for time or…
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Social Distancing Week 26…Literal and Figurative Wildfire
If this strange time has taught me anything, it’s to find gratitude in the little things and hope hidden in the chaos. The world may be burning down around us, but inside our little house we are all okay and for today that is enough.
We're All A Little Broken 