the brave work of believing it for myself.

The other day I was scrolling through a few articles. I came upon this one for “Moms of Littles.”  As I read, there was all kinds of grace spoken to moms, as we approach the holidays. Grace for being kind to yourself. Grace for doing less. Grace for being present. Grace to forgo perfection and…

finding my own calcutta.

Last night, I woke in the middle of the night with a wave of anxiety about the results of this election. It felt strange (although perhaps normal) to have this anxiety come on stronger than at any other point in the past months, so near the end. We had gone to bed without hearing the…

messy and loved.

I have a deep love for October. The beauty, the crispness, the warmth, yet the knowledge that it is all temporary, seems to deepen my affection for this month. This October felt especially bittersweet for me. If I could pick one word for it, it would be messy. Messy in the physical sense, with the flax…