...but then I had kids

I think some of us were just never meant to be housewives. And by "housewife," right now I'm just talking about women who are ...

Last year, I made a non-resolution to live lighter: "I want the load of my anxieties, my stresses, my pessimism, my perfectionism, my t...

My grandfather, who had a flair for the dramatic and a penchant for martyrdom, spent the last 15 years of his life wondering out loud if ...

I ran for two hours the other day. It wasn't the amount of time that was the major accomplishment, however. It was the fact that I did i...

I was never a daily "post-er." But I would get in here...two, three times a week. My mind was often on my blog: W hat will I write...

Routine. For me, it brings on . Dread and Calm. Resentment and Certainty. Routine allows for Life to be Still. Easy. Expected. Smooth. Cont...

I started running to get away from an unhappy life. It was my escape--literally--out of "that house" and gave me an excuse to be b...

Usually messy, toys strewn like landmines Disorganized closets, laundry baskets, dirty dishes Still, my soft place to land My sofa...head in...

I can have anxiety. It's not there, all the time. It used to be much worse. You might have even referred to me, once upon a time, as a b...

Life is full if you're lucky of celebrations . momentous occasions . they mark our lives our days . they give us something to cling to w...