A Mother’s Dance
Perhaps it was June’s night sky or the music echoing through the air. Perhaps it was the inspiration of tContinue reading
The Dishwasher
The dishwasher runs constantly. A reminder that unlike “the before times,” we are always home. Working. Learning. Eating. Drinking. …
Dear Mom: You Did a Great Job Too
Days after you and Dad listened to me pour out my soul for over an hour on Facetime, you sent…
It’s Not You, It’s Me…
I had my suspicions for years – my suspicions that there was someone else in the picture. Likely multiple “someone…
Surviving the Market Correction
Years ago, when I worked in the financial services industry, I remember a colleague vividly describing Black Monday – the…
Living the Dream
In 1996, I dismantled a bomb. In my sleep. Just hours after watching Geena Davis's spy thriller, "The Long Kiss…
Searching for Peace in Sobriety By Anonymous
I had waited so, so long for my husband to sober up – for our lives to finally be better.…