mental garage sale

Ken and I don't talk publicly about the end of our marriage. The main reason is that it is none of anyone's business. It's an interwoven tale that took two-plus decades to write and it's still being written. It's been six years since we lived under the same roof - but...

Over the weekend I was the guest of a friend at a conference. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the growing restlessness and angst I’ve felt for several months seems to be sticking around and getting worse, like an untreated cavity I’m trying to ignore. I’m vaguely,...

26 years ago today I was 19 and working at Global Travel Too in the Haight District of San Francisco. I drove that day because of the World Series, normally taking Bart and Muni. I normally left at 5pm and was on the Bay Bridge about 5 minutes later, but that day an...

I dreamed of my Daddy last night. One of those vivid dreams where you can almost swear that you’re in their presence. I love those dreams because it gives me faith in the Universe that those we love never really leave you – they just change energy into something else....

I have a lot of kids. I mean, like a LOT of kids. Like the old woman that lived in the shoe. Except with a cappuccino machine. Only two were gestated. The rest were gifts. Some were wrapped up nice and pretty, and some just sort of showed up alongside the others. Some...

It really wasn’t even a decision, really. It was more of a collective, family lightbulb moment. Take Cathryn back to Annapolis Christian Academy. Not “send” her back. Not “let her go” back. Take her back. Through all of this mess with the church… the pain Ken and I...

I had a weird childhood. I know, everyone says that. But, I did. I was one of those kids that had weird things happen that they base after-school-specials on. Nowadays, it would be a Lifetime Movie – maybe even a mini-series – but back then my whole existence felt a...

I wasn’t blessed with a sister. I had two brothers come along 9 and 12 years after I was born, and some of the mysteries of siblings somewhat escape me. I love my brothers, don’t get me wrong, but we don’t talk very often and when we do it’s about pretty simple stuff....

I’m inconsolable. I’m heartbroken. I’m depressed. I’m the mom of a college sophomore. Being the mom of a sophomore is harder for me than being a freshman mom, I think. As a freshman you secretly hope they’ll hate college and come home needing you desperately after...

I adore my faith. I’m really in love with my church. I love the little buildings, the food pantry, the youth room, the chocolates outside our church secretary’s office and the creaky old floors that rattle when anyone over 14 pounds walks on them. There’s a Grey’s...

Every single Summer of my childhood I looked forward to the last day of school, knowing that within 2-3 days after that final day my Grandma GG would show up and whisk me off for “THE SUMMER” to a place where it stayed light until 10pm, fireflies lit our night sky, we...