Flashlights & Love

Our first Valentine's Day together, Simon got me a flashlight. Oh, he got me some red roses, too. But the flashlight was the main present. He wanted me to be prepared, just in case. This is his way, laying a path and making way for my independence, nurturing my strength. But I didn't know that... Continue Reading →

Doing Hard Things

Somehow, I beguiled the 9 year old into taking a run with me yesterday. Well, actually, it was more like a directive: Put on your running shoes. Do not lay on the floor and cry like last time. That will not work this time. Pull it together, Tina, and let's go. (Yes, we totally call... Continue Reading →

An Enneagram of One’s Own

I've been married almost 14 years. Which is both forever and not nearly long enough. But one of the things I most know about my person is that once he really gets into a thing, it's best to join him for the ride. Otherwise, there's going to be a side circus going on & I'll... Continue Reading →

Spirit Guides & Spirit Warriors

When I was 26, deep in the throes of active addiction and hell-bent on my own destruction, I thought I was pregnant. It was more of a feeling than a thought. But, because I needed something to grab on to, something to stabilize my free-fall, I started daydreaming who this child would be. Tellingly, I... Continue Reading →

House/Home

I've got an itch. It happens every two years or so: I start looking at houses online. I daydream about fresh, unsullied spaces. Blank-slate walls. Freshly scrubbed baseboards. Intoxicating possibility. Our daughter is 9 years old. She's lived in 4 different houses and one apartment. I'd just chalk up the constant itch to move as... Continue Reading →

You Are To Be Celebrated

ICYMI: The United Methodist Church has been busy imploding lately. I've spent a lot of time recently wrestling with the very real hurt and trauma this conversation the UMC has on the regular about the inclusion of LGBTQIA+ folks brings up. I felt like I should say something profound and moving about the whole hot... Continue Reading →

The Sam I Am Chronicles

This is Sam I Am. I love him. But we had a falling out earlier this week. I'm trying to forgive. Really. But he's an elf. He has ONE JOB. I just need him to do that job. Is that too much to ask?

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