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Filled with Awe
On this fresh start to the New Year I feel more myself than ever before, as 2013 was filled with every kind of awe.
There Could Still Be a Moment of…
I've been seeing a lot of reflection on 2013 the last few days. And as this is something I think is helpful for everyone to do each year at the New Year and on their birthday, I'm not ready quite
Shame Died a Little Bit More: Truth Telling My Authentic Light
I am speaking my story out loud because otherwise it is invisible to the world, which means it feels riddled with shame, disgrace and indignity. But the thing is, many of the most difficult struggles we all suffer with are
The Frankenstein Walk of Feeling Behind: But I’m Still Here
This walk also still includes the ugly steps of figuring out what to do with the sense of feeling left behind.
My Child-full Christmas: Making My Own Christmas Magic
For now I’m still not quite ready to miss out on being a part of the childlike wonder of the magic of Christmas.
The Last Never To Be First Birthday: My Ongoing, Thriving Acceptance
The journey of IVF is a constant waiting game when you are in the throes of it; waiting for the right day in the cycle to begin birth control, the 10 or 30 days of medications and injections, the date
Making Room for the Light
No emotion is uncomplicated for a therapist. This brief, but very strong, bitter angry emotion momentarily knocks me down. And as I continue to do the work to redefine myself, I’m learning to rebound more quickly. I’m also understanding more
Never a Consolation Prize: My First Piano Recital
Every family looks different. Sadly, my family will never include my own children, only my three furry ones. But my family also includes my friends and their children. I will forever be grateful for this role, and I will always
You Just Have to Decide…
You just have to decide; choose to change; choose your ever upward.
No Seriously, Dance Like No One’s Watching: Practice Happy to Be Happy
I chose change. I chose the work of change to get back to the real me; the me, I honestly, hardly even remember ever existing.
