Parenting =Creating. There. I said it. Parenting is the daily act of observing, sculpting and refining a work in progress. Only it is not your work. So you must be particularly adroit at balancing tai chi with sprint racing; at reflecting genius and modulating between joy and depression. It involves feeling deeply and batting resistance every [...]
I felt so much, that I started to feel nothing. Idiotic. To feel this way about the accidental breaking of a cup; a $7 recycled glass mug with a stylized sun on the front. Some (traumatized) individuals maul their experiences into eternal catastrophes. Nothing will ever go right, nothing will ever last and nothing will ever [...]
I have few favorite things. I am not a collector of rosy cheeked Hummels, black oak victorian sideboards or AmazonPrime movies. I recycle and regift. I don't have adult toys (of any kind) and I'm not interested in leaving behind a wall-to-wall estate-sale-size sketch of my life for my children to contend with. I prefer to [...]
