What Does It Mean to Be Brave
Whenever people tell me I’m brave, I feel like a huge fraud. I don’t feel brave. At...
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Tag: love
Silence: A Love Story
In the end, there wasn’t any one or even multiple tipping points. Just a cavalcade of tiny...
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The Memory of Fear
To see a video of me reading, please scroll to the bottom or go here. Safe as houses, they say. I...
Read MoreWhere Are My Middle-Aged Love Songs?
I tire of the flash and bang of the beginning.
What I want is the ode to the middle –
The steadfast 2nd book
Before
The well-earned end.
Why I Broke Up with Batman
I used to love Batman. I wanted to have his tragic billionaire Bat-babies. #dontjudgeme Sometimes,...
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Afraid of Joy
My therapist wants me to try and write from a place of vulnerability in my Daily 15 where I write...
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The Terrible Fear In Tenderness
“You know it’s okay to love your husband, right?” Dr. T asked me. “Yeah,...
Read MoreLonging For Grace
For those of you who know me in Real Life, you know that I freak the fuck out and go from 0 to 60 in a eye blink. One second, my MIL is asking Gamera if she has a boyfriend (FFS, she is three years old) and the next thing I...
Read MoreMy Love Affair With Romance Novels
As many of you may have surmised, I am an avid reader. I often go through periods where I tear through a book a day (sometimes more). Then I crash and burn because I have ignored my children for too many days in a row or my DVR...
Read MoreGrieving The Living
The trouble with grief is that it sidelines you at the oddest moments. You think you’re having a normal Monday night decompressing after the children have gone to bed and you click on a friend’s latest blog post...
Read MoreA Cure for Resentment
Some days, everything Hapa Papa does is golden. He takes the children out to the park, drops them off at school, plays with them, feeds them, does everything for them and all I have to do is kinda show up and breathe. He will do...
Read MoreSometimes Love is Easy and Sometimes, Not So Much
The hardest part of love, for me anyway, isn’t loving people in spite of their faults. In fact, it is the near constant reminder (especially when caring for small humans and listening to my own mother) that it is MY...
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