When We Don’t Embrace Our Whole Self

It was years ago — over a decade — and yet it is forever etched vividly in my mind’s eye. I was at a basket weaving class (yes, there is actually such a thing; yes, it is actually a lot of fun; and for those of you thinking of the college credit...

Fleeting Moments

It was during the car ride home from school last week that I found myself readjusting my rear view mirror at that perfect angle so I could meet two sets of little eyes in the back seat, while also keeping half an eyeball on the traffic behind us. Our conversation had...

Bleeding Blue Facebook Blood

When unfair accusations are spewed across the universe of social media, I long to hit back, to defend myself and others emphatically in that very public forum. And isn’t this our normal, human reaction? To hit back? To defend? To respond to anger in kind?...

Redefining Beauty

“Mom, what are those lines on your tummy?” I paused slightly at my daughter’s words, knowing my reaction in this moment was important. “Oh, those? Those are called stretchmarks, honey.” And as I finished changing my shirt (without...