I watched my first child born through the lens of the midwife's glasses. Theodorah asked me if I wanted a mirror to see the birth but it was so beautiful watching it through her eyes. Somehow we expect or hope or imagine that a mother sees us in all of our goodness...
But will it? Do things really work out? Will every manner of thing be made well, dear Julian of Norwich? Are you sure? Because I was banking on it. I built my life around it. When things crumble, deep diving into a faith that says all is unfolding just as it is...
March is a season of birth day and death day anniversaries for me. This is the month a precious daughter came into our life and the same month my mom left this life. The process of giving birth and dying are eerily similar. There are stages of labor and stages of...
“It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love”. (Kate DiCamillo, “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane”). Edward Tulane is a porcelain bunny who is on a journey to love. His story of finding himself...
On August 1, 1966, a sniper started shooting from the tower on the UT campus in Austin, Texas. As innocent victims went down, bystanders hid behind trees or statues, too terrified to move. One poor victim remembers thinking that Viet Nam had come to Texas. During the...
LOOK FOR THE LIGHT IN YOU. IT GETS DARK EARLY AND EASILY AND OFTEN THESE DAYS. LOVE AND LIFE ARE ALL THAT MATTER.TRUST YOUR LIGHT.
Facebook, Instagram, Norman Rockwell paintings, Christmas letters …. Such happy, shiny, idyllic, perfect images. The crisis in Gaza, mass murders, racism, my own family of origin …. Such devastating, tragic, brutal, sad realities. How do we hold the realities of how...
Becoming a Conscious Parenting Certified Coach has me thinking a lot about what it means to be conscious in my life. When not conscious, my default is to be numb or inattentive. I miss important details. I say careless things. My mind is elsewhere. Though it is...
Years ago I was laying next to our youngest daughter while we did our bedtime routine. In between stories and lullabies, my mind was spinning. Irrational fears were spiraling and before I knew it, I had gone down a rabbit trail in my mind where our family had become...
Each day when we first wake up and our eyes slowly open, there are silent, profound moments of awakening. Jungians tell us these are the first, most defenseless moments we will have in our day. These morning moments when our ego is still asleep are special spaces when...
Jay is a Muslim from China. He knows what happens to Muslims in China. When caught, they are put into internment camps where they are treated to holocaust-like conditions with no hope for freedom. Becoming a dad changed everything for Jay. Looking into his son’s eyes...
When I was young, my bedroom had a closet with a little corner space tucked in the back. It was the perfect place to hide. I spent a lot of time there. I wrote and drew on the walls in that tiny space. The images and words were expressions of my truest elementary...
