Poop Mountain

This past December, I took my three kids on a hiking adventure at the nature trails in our neighborhood. Everyone was in a great mood to start, but the hike ended in hysterical crying. The whole essay, Poop Mountain, is published at Kindred Mom. In hindsight, the humor of that situation is easy to find, … More Poop Mountain

Rock in the River

As I think of January, the word “hustle” pops into my mind the fastest. A new year and new momentum to make new or better choices. It is a wonderful opportunity, but there is something about the hustle of this month that makes me pause and listen to a faint sound that I haven’t heard … More Rock in the River


Today is Sunday, and I am going to make this short and sweet. Here are two quotes from Brene Brown, a research┬áprofessor at the University of Houston and author, whom I have tremendous respect for. She has written books about embracing vulnerability and cutting the grip of shame. I have read her book Daring Greatly, … More Sunday

I Need a Break

I have learned that one of the side effects of perfectionism, at least for me, is stifling my real interests. I have done this in some manner since sometime in elementary school. Perhaps I was trying to fashion a type of bully-insulation because it is safer to blend in than to stand out. While I … More I Need a Break

Remembering Rational

As an adult, my irrational fears are not nightmares involving a boogyman but now center mainly around failure. It would take a long time to unpack just how the concept of failure has elevated in my mind to the same level as self-preservation. I know it is entirely irrational to consider failure a life or … More Remembering Rational