It’s a Process

Another pomegranate martini lingered in front of me; its sweet red nectar glistening in the glow of lowered lights and laughter. Two of my girlfriends flanked the table and I was absorbed by their presence. I'm realizing that everyone suffers from some level of loneliness or discontentment. The stay-at-home mom, the working mom, the mom … Continue reading It’s a Process

The best gift we can give our children might be our friends

"Barbara is dying," my mom's voice shuddered, "she is in the hospital." Barbara, or Aunt Barbara as I came to address her, was an adopted family member. I'm not sure who adopted who, but my every childhood memories include her vividly. My mom wanted to make sure we all knew that it was time to … Continue reading The best gift we can give our children might be our friends

It’s rare, but sometimes I’m right

"I don't know what's worse, " I whined, a half-drunk glass in my hand, "letting my child fail in order to learn a lesson or making her mad at me for making the right decision on her behalf  to give her a better chance at success." It's a fine line between reality discipline and coddling … Continue reading It’s rare, but sometimes I’m right

Writer’s Workshop: My broken pride

Training for my first half marathon was one of the biggest goals I think I have ever set for myself. At least one I never saw myself really accomplishing, and when I did, it was the most empowering feeling in the world. In fact, I enjoyed the whole experience so much, I signed up for … Continue reading Writer’s Workshop: My broken pride