Tag: Name It
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Holding Space in a Season of Holy Saturdays
Holy Saturday 2019 In the Christian tradition, Holy Saturday is the space between the pain of Jesus being nailed to the cross and the joy that will come with resurrection on Easter. On Holy Saturday we acknowledge that we don’t always know what hope will look like tomorrow. We hold space and we wait. In…
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Finding His Voice
When describing our son, my husband often will talk about his incredibly strong “justice meter’. Our boy feels deeply and intensely. There is right, and there is wrong. There is fair and there is unfair. There is equity and there is inequity. And he will always point it out. If the injustice is one toward…
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Sticks and Stones…Words Matter
Intentionally choosing words that are derogatory, inflammatory, stigmatizing….that is not sticks and stones. It is trees and boulders crashing down in a landslide and destroying everything in their path.
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Reality Check: Mental Health, Violence and False Perceptions
In a world that is increasingly polarized by media outlets that are increasingly polarizing, it is a challenge to get non-biased, fact based instead of opinion based, reporting. On any given day, I listen to and read the news from a wide variety of media outlets – all in an attempt to piece together the…
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October 10th…World Mental Health Day…Also My Son’s Birthday Eve
On this day in 2005, I was 37 weeks pregnant. It was one of those 90+ degree October days we sometimes get in Southern California, and when I entered the doctor’s office for a routine weekly checkup I can remember the receptionist asking me if I had walked up the stairs because I was apparently…
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The Is Us; 2017
One year ago today I hit publish on “a little project” I’d been working on. Today I went back and read the post that started what has become an incredible journey. Take a peek and see where we started. We’re in a much better place in general today than we were when I wrote that…
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Pasta – With a Side of Perspective and Persistence
A dyslexic, an Aspie and their mother are sitting around a table… That almost sounds like the start of a bad joke. But it isn’t. It was dinner time in our house last night. On most weeknights, dinner is a rushed affair in our house. We eat early so that anybody who has an evening practice,…
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Me and My Shadow
Several months ago, I developed a habit of getting up early in the morning and walking. I take the same route every day – just a little over 2 miles around and through my neighborhood – and usually start and finish the walk at approximately the same time each day. In other words, there is a…
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It’s Okay to Cry
We’re in Philadelphia for a few days. As we walked around near Independence Hall today, we spotted this… As my son walked past it he said, “Sometimes you have to cry. It’s okay to cry” Yes it is.
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If Not Here, Then Where?
I’ve lost count of the number of hours I have spent in the waiting rooms of doctors, therapists, and specialists in the past 2 years. I would wager that the total number is well into the hundreds. Hour, upon hour, upon hour has ticked away while I sat waiting for my son. Some of those…
We're All A Little Broken 