I throw off the sweaty blanket. My temples throb. I dream that I'm explaining to my husband why I need to leave for work early. I'm not sure if I'm awake or asleep. I might as well get up. Into the bathroom. Wash my face. Apply my warpaint. I need it lately, to feel strong. … Continue reading That time I put on all my makeup at 4:30am
My friend Colleen invited me to write something for her blog about leaving New York and then coming back to it. I jumped at the chance, thinking it was a simple story to tell. I was wrong. Read the article
Lately when I wake up in the morning, and I feel the weight of things, I say to myself, “Maybe I can"...
Travel equals hope.
He says it's hard to be back but I am glowing because we have two homes, now.
I have stacks of old journals stored in my closet, and even more stories in my brain and in my body telling me who I am and what I want. Decoding these stories means knowing my own symbols. (Photo by Barry Silver.)
Maybe you've told yourself there's no escape from the fight-or-flight survival mode that your life has become. I think there's an alternative.
Don't touch that dial: beneath the surface of the seemingly-put-together woman getting into her car after dropping her child off at school...
They say you can't go home again. Reflections on moving back.
"I don't want to even talk about having it all. I want to put that away. I want to talk about having a rich and full life for both genders." - Anne-Marie Slaughter