Hey, friends. It’s quarter after nine on a Tuesday morning. I’m sitting at my desk with a cup of hot tea & honey, sick — really sick — for the third time this year. I used to get sick once a year, if that. Now…
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On Needing a Purse, Again + Autumn
When Roman was born, I had a shiny new diaper bag, chock full of “necessities.” There were diapers and rash creams; changing pads, blankets; bottles, bottle coolers; pacifiers, toys, several changes of clothes; and so on. Basically, whatever I could dream of needing was in…
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Summer Lovin’
Hello, friends! I hope that this post finds you well and enjoying the height of summer. We’ve been in a heat wave here in New Jersey for weeks and it’s showing no signs of slowing. The humidity is high and the temperatures soar in the…
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Rectifying the Pieces of Myself
“You are not your wounds.” –Charlotte Brontë I once heard it said that we can not know ourselves until we reach our thirties; that all of the years before then, we are simply becoming and getting to know. Then, in our thirties we come into…
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Thoughts on Thirty-Two
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve started this post in my head. How many poems I’ve stumbled upon, how many quotes that have passed over my lips — words that I thought might help explain how I am feeling, where I am at…
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heart spill // february
I’m tired and sad in a heartbreaking way. I think perhaps I shouldn’t be writing this today. After all, I felt fine yesterday. But perhaps I only felt fine for a little while at a time. Perhaps, I really am just sad and tired. And…
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My Resolutions // 2016
For the past few years, the trend seems to be to declare that one “doesn’t do resolutions.” There’s been a whole lot of jumping on the bandwagon that says, new year resolutions are silly and we should strive to be our best selves, always. (Hell,…
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heart spill // december
A few months ago, I returned to therapy after nearly ten years away. I’m seeing the therapist who changed my life all of those years ago. I’d been trying to handle “it all” on my own for a very long time. Then one day I…
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heart spill // november
My heart is preparing itself for winter. I find myself wondering how I will survive. These seasons of my life are the hardest and the most full of wonder that I will ever know. There is the solitude of marriage; the solitude of motherhood; the…