The first day off screens I was twitchy. My FOMO was high. Each time I unlocked my phone for a legitimate use (say when my husband texted his ETA for dinner or to check the time of a meeting in the calendar), my thumb would automatically swipe left to where I’d “hidden” the social media apps. Fingers running on autopilot. That night I moved the phone charger from my bedside table to another room for the overnight charge and didn’t know what to do with myself when I woke the next morning. I’d like to report that I got out of bed, went outside to greet the day, inhaled deeply and then sat on the front porch for a sunrise meditation, but really, I just rolled over and went back to sleep. Likely to avoid temptation.Read More
How strange that I should share my obituary when I am very much alive and well, but there you go. I wrote this in a flash non-fiction course with Christi Craig as a silly little play on form. I later attempted to fictionalize it simply by changing the name of the character, but realized that this was indeed always about me, or rather, my perception of myself. So I’m keeping it real. Lest my obituary reads as follows:Read More
If you’ve followed this blog for long, you’ll know it’s not a secret that I’ve had ten miscarriages in the space of six years. October 15th is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day and I thought this might be a good time to remind people of what miscarriage looks like.
I dug a little into our photo archives and found pictures on the day (or day after) I started miscarrying each of my pregnancies. Can you tell?Read More
Two weeks ago, I am at Children’s Hospital, waiting for the results of my daughter’s blood test. I am convinced my future looks bleak, hers even bleaker. Which is strange, considering I’m usually such an optimist. How am I going to write this scene in my memoir, I find myself wondering? How will I describe this night in the years and pages to come? (Such is the curse and the privilege of those who play with words, I suppose).Read More
Last Friday night, I fell. And oh my goodness was it amazing. I didn’t fall in love, or fall apart, or fall for something. It wasn’t nearly as poetic as that. I literally fell. In the water.
To be sure, I was pretty sure I would. I wore a bathing suit under my yoga pants. But I assumed we’d all be in the water at some point, wouldn’t we? I mean, we were on a lake.
I’d never been on a stand up paddle board (SUP) before and was eager to try when a friend invited me. And I knew I could do a downward dog on land, could it really be that different on the water? I had to try this SUP Yoga.Read More