Wrong Side of the Bed

Wake up, brain churning, moving toward the to-do list, sucked into its gravitational pull. But the list reeks of scarcity and scrambling. Reset. Gratitude isn’t cosmic & significant this morning.  It’s dog videos and raisin toast and the kid in her unicorn shirt–looking the perfect combination of the baby she was & the grown personContinue reading “Wrong Side of the Bed”

Contradictions

It’s absolutely stunning in Atlanta today. The sun is glorious. Everything is blooming in an explosion of color. It is as perfect a spring day as I can conjure. Days like make it seem like anything is possible, probable even. Like the cosmos have aligned to heap blessings upon me. Then, I watched a hearseContinue reading “Contradictions”

Dream Big (or even at all will do)

One of the greatest joys of being sober is doing shit you never even dreamed of… I didn’t have such a great imagination when I was drinking. Sure, I could sit on a barstool & tell you I was going to run a marathon the year I turned 30 (even though I’d never run moreContinue reading “Dream Big (or even at all will do)”

Puppy Love & Couple Skates

My first boyfriend’s name was Jon Robinson. We were 8 years old. He was cute, best I remember. And pretty nice. Nice enough to inform me that no, you couldn’t get pregnant just from kissing. Apparently, I’d snuck too many episodes of Days of Our Lives, where the timeline between lots of kissing and havingContinue reading “Puppy Love & Couple Skates”

Ground Control…

In the evolution of parenting, we’ve recently entered the tween zone. It’s a strange land, filled with Caboodles, lip gloss, ill-applied blush, and an obsession with all things unicorn and glitter. It’s a liminal stage. For us and our 9 (and a half) year old. There are things to be celebrated, for sure: a newfoundContinue reading “Ground Control…”

Figuring It Out

Simon would probably tell you that I’m rarely quiet. We’ve been together for not-quite-but-almost 17 years… so he’s a pretty good authority on all things me. It is true… I’ll happily chatter on about country music, or any injustice I spot from a million miles away, or about whatever I happen to be pondering thatContinue reading “Figuring It Out”