Home

There is no home without you. I’ve come back to the house before, when you haven’t been here. It’s a house, not a home, and it transforms the minute you get back. Or before – before there was a you that became a part of us. I lived in other places, other houses. I got … Continue reading Home

My Best

I did my best until I couldn’t anymore and suddenly, one day, I stopped. I’m still recovering.I spent a lifetime at my best. Ceaselessly pushing, holding myself up. Everything at its peak. Running on all cylinders, all the time. Nothing less. I spent years on eggshells as I waited for my best to pay off. … Continue reading My Best

Gardening

When I feel myself dipping into an all-too-familiar rabbit hole of worry and focus on everything that is going wrong (that hole, with its darkness and dankness and suffocating closeness) I'm trying to recognize the good things more.  I'm trying to step back - just a little - and remember everything that has gone right.  I'm reliving … Continue reading Gardening

Girl

Hello to the little girl that was me years ago, before I got older, grew up, and did the things you're supposed to do. . Hello to that girl, who stayed with me, living quietly in my brain most times - but sometimes moving to my stomach: shaking, and trembling ("Oh, my nervous stomach," I … Continue reading Girl