We did it! Connection and joy. It’s possible, even at Disneyland!
Last week I found myself rolling back and forth on the ground with a bunch of giggling asian women. I was in my kundalini yoga class at the YMCA. We were doing an exercise where we put our hands out in front of us, superman-style, while lying on our stomachs, then we turned to the right until we were on our backs, then back to center/stomach, then to the left. As I rolled back and forth on the floor with these giddy women, I thought, I live such a rich life!
This time of year people are looking for a good read. I can’t say these are light summer selections for the beach or poolside, but these are books that have made their way through my hands during the past year and I recommend (in no particular order). Wild by Cheryl Strayed. In many ways this … Continue reading My Becoming Book List
Happier may not fit, but I have a voice.
Why are you strong, brave, resilient or inspiring? Hint: It has nothing to do with what's gone wrong in your life.
So now that you understand how ABSURD the amicable question is, let me offer some suggestions of what might be more helpful to someone who is facing or recently undergone divorce.
Tonight as I’m writing this (and every night) the coqui frogs and cicadas are singing their songs over the distant sound of waves crashing onto the rocky cliffs below. The spiders are positioned in the center of their elaborate webs. A few stars are glinting overhead but mostly it is intensely dark. The place I’m … Continue reading Day 3: No, no! A Camaro is fine
In Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Life and Love from Dear Sugar there is a letter from a man who signs himself as “Beast with a Limp.” He writes that he has been disfigured by a blood disorder that he has been dealing with since childhood. He writes that there is no way to remedy … Continue reading “Walk without a stick into the darkest woods.”
There are a million reasons NOT to publish and only one reason TO publish. That reason is the commitment I made to myself to write and to be seen and not to worry about whether it was any good or not. I’m not sure how this phase of the divorce/grieving/soul-splitting process is supposed to feel. … Continue reading Floating like a rabid ghost
It’s a striking contrast to leave the lively, bright Christmas Eve party and return to my quiet apartment with my sleeping child, unable to delay his slumber over the excitement of Santa Claus and presents. The quiet is dramatic, marked by the purr of the refrigerator and the click of expanding and contracting metal in … Continue reading Mary