Babe

I am known best for my authentic, vulnerable, soul-searching writing. That’s a fair assessment. But also, I sometimes take the shortcut. Like today. Today I want to be a babe. I want to feel like, and objectively earn, legitimate babe status. I’ve been walking the perimeter of the issue for awhile now, and I’m just…

Depression Is…

Depression is silent. Depression is trying desperately to cry out for something to hold on to but not being able to make a sound. It is the excruciating experience of not having the language to convey how much you are struggling. It is watching the divide between you and the ones you need grow wider…

On Being Small

I have spent my whole life working so hard trying to achieve the next highest rung on the ladder. Perpetually climbing, the rungs never stopped. I just kept pushing my body, my heart, my mind to go higher and higher. The last few months, risking death and having to fight for my life, the ladder…

Destination Unknown

I don’t recognize myself. I don’t know who I am in my career, I don’t know who I am in my marriage and I feel very, very lost. I do not have answers. I do not have direction. The only thing I am sure of is that there is too much on my plate and I don’t like how I feel most of the time.

Hurt People Hurt People

Nothing is the same without her. It hasn’t been normal. It’s so distressing to want to call and talk to the only person who could understand. I can’t talk about it. I can’t write about it here. Because as much as I hate what is being done to me, I love her more. As much…

What Is Forgiveness?

I’m realizing that this actually is forgiveness. This is love. Making space to try new things and to be kinder in my thoughts to myself is actually exactly what I need.

Hold On To Yourself

This chapter in my life is about self-discovery. I didn’t see it coming, but here it is, a full on wave of curiosity. A yearning to be creative and free from things that no longer fit me. I‘m going to sit on the ground and feel the grass brushing the palms of my hands –…

Prologue

I am a very average 37-year-old mother of three kids. I’m married to a great guy, live in a nice house in a safe part of America. I’m a family lawyer by day and I practice at the firm I started four years ago. In my free time, I like to write. I never thought…

All the Children

White privilege is realizing your children will have access and opportunities black children will not have – in the US and especially globally. My children are wildly privileged. They are growing up white, upper middle class, in a high net worth area with a stay at home parent. They want for nothing and literally mostly…

Helpers

There are helpers everywhere. There are people who show up with cards (thank you Charlotte), and food (thank you Erin), and copious amounts of texts (thank you Jessie). There are people who look around and see what needs to be done. They roll up their sleeves and they get to work. How beautiful is that?…