I had a flash of Betty Crocker motivation this morning, so I made a hot breakfast for the kids. (It's pandemic times as I'm writing this post and they're used to going to the drawer of prepackaged snacks for "breakfast"). Aaaand yep. Within a few minutes I was on my hands and knees, wiping oatmeal… Continue reading That Time I Made Hot Breakfast
For most of us, the month leading up to Nov. 3 will simply be an exercise in waiting. We know who we are voting for, we are not going to change our minds, and now here we sit, with 30 full days to get worked up and stressed out over the possible outcome. This stress… Continue reading 10 Self-Preservation Strategies to Survive the 2020 Election
Sometime during 2020, my kids started to reject bathing. I’ll admit that my attempts to get them in the tub have been pretty weak. Usually if we can get to the end of the day with everyone fed and somewhat educated and the house still technically up to code, I call that a win and… Continue reading The Power of Ritual in Everyday Life
A few years ago, we bought a manual transmission car. In a lot of ways it was just the right fit for our young family. The only problem was that I didn’t know how to drive it. I remember the anxiety I felt sitting in the passenger seat during the test drive with my husband.… Continue reading Change is Hard.
Anxiety. It’s a real issue plaguing us in droves. We think about our anxieties. We talk about them. We try to figure them out. But here’s the thing – THINKING about anxiety rarely works to CALM anxiety. I want to encourage you to connect your thinking to your body and breath. Remember the Three Bs:… Continue reading It’s NOT all in your head.
If you drive by And see two figures Awkwardly huddled On the sidewalk It’s just her and me Looking at the sky Talking about how it feels To be small
Heads up…I’m about to play devil’s advocate. A few days ago, after spending a full month mostly inside, I hit a wall. I felt run down, depressed, slow and lethargic. I was mentally foggy and short-tempered. I was even beginning to think I’d caught the virus-which-shall-not-be-named. I’d taught a full week of yoga classes and… Continue reading Maybe Choose the Uphill
Yesterday evening I took my 5-year-old daughter, Ruby, for a bike ride. After two weeks of gray, cold social distancing, I got to watch her tear through our neighborhood on her too-small bike, unzipped sweatshirt billowing behind her, shouting “HELLO!” to her neighborhood friends (from at least 6 feet away, of course). After the long,… Continue reading Figuring Out How to Stop
I’ll start this with complete transparency and a shameless admission that a couple days ago I could be seen in the aisles of several grocery stores loading my cart with essentials. I was too late for the toilet paper. But I did manage to snag the last of the elbow noodles and spaghetti sauce. When… Continue reading Non-Grasping in 2020
I went for a picturesque walk with my 7-year old son last night in perfect snow, through our enchanted-looking neighborhood, to a beloved sledding spot that felt like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. As we walked, my boy and I were making our way back to each other after a particularly nasty interaction… Continue reading Darth Mom and the Snowy Night