Getting Back In The Saddle

Getting Back In The Saddle

For most of my life, my bicycle was a source of joy and freedom. That set of wheels provided me with a sense of autonomy and fed my curiosity and need for adventure. As a kid, I rode my bike for hours up and down the street in front of my house. Even though it was...
The “Work” of Play

The “Work” of Play

When I think about my childhood, my mind gravitates toward memories of play: enacting detailed and dramatic scenarios with dolls and Legos, writing and illustrating stories, and pretending I was an explorer as I scrambled around in the woods behind my family’s house....
Drink Your Water. Call Your Besties.

Drink Your Water. Call Your Besties.

Y’all. Are you tired? I am tired! I am really feeling the bone-deep heaviness of the human experience right now. My soul is weary, my movements feel sluggish, and my mind is in overdrive. I feel stuck in the maddening vortex of doing too much and not enough...
Easing Us And Them Through The Golden Years

Easing Us And Them Through The Golden Years

You have a house, you have a decent car, you’ve been working at the same career for some time now and you have made somewhat of a name and success for yourself. Your children may be in their teens or older. Maybe, even AARP has come dangling their discounts. You...
Tiny Dancer

Tiny Dancer

In 2019, I signed up for adult tap-dancing class at a local dance studio. I had taken jazz dance when I was a kid, and while my mother told me I was talented, I was a C average. No shame in that. Even as a kid I knew I was not great. It didn’t matter that much to me....
A Heartwarming Rant of a Trauma Therapist

A Heartwarming Rant of a Trauma Therapist

Blog posts can be challenging for me to write. Not because I don’t have things to say – those that know me well know that I have a lot of thoughts and opinions. But because it feels uncomfortable to take on an expert role. That feels like a particularly difficult role...