Books Poetry

How To Raise A Bookworm

  Read Alone Together To yourself Outloud Read Books Magazines Quotes Notes Signs Read In bed On the beach On the toilet At the library On a plane On the couch On the go Read By sunlight Flashlight Nightlight Moonlight Read Read Read The end Here are some books we’ve loved lately.  The gentlest story about …

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Being

The Proust Questionnaire

As a little girl, you’d often find me talking to myself, pretending to answer interview questions with the likes of Oprah or Arsenio. I imagined one day I”d be a film star, media obsessed kid that I was, so practicing my interview skills seemed like a no-brainer. As much as I aspired to movie stardom, looking …

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Single Mom Life

An Invitation

My divorce was brutal. Not because my divorce in particular was so hard; but because divorce in general is a massive clusterfuck. Divorce and its aftermath have made this space incredibly quiet. Writing has always been my way of gaining clarity and direction. So not writing about it has been stifling. I have an abundance of stories to tell about …

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Poetry

A Love Letter To Creativity

Dear Creativity, Thank you for being a constant and loyal visitor. Too often I’ve told you “not now,” “there isn’t any time.” But you are patient and persistent. Continue to ignore me; you know my dreams better than I do. I’m a fickle lover these days. I’m still learning to love us. I know idle hands are …

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Single Mom Life

Co-Parenting Through The Holidays

I’m grateful beyond measure for getting divorced but that doesn’t mean life is a breeze now. Despite the gifts divorce has given me, it’s also a challenging, emotionally draining, and isolating experience. My anecdote for this trinity of struggle is to comfort myself with stories. I look for books, movies, blogs, anything to remind me I’m not …

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Mothering

Bedtime Magic

Bedtime has changed dramatically during my tenure as a mother. What started with swaddling so tight I bore holes into their muslin blankets has evolved into spooning by moonlight and feather light whispers about the meaning of life, or just who made them smile at school today. Something about bedtime drowsiness renders them particularly vulnerable …

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