I Can’t Help It—I Need to Have Clean Counters
You might walk into my house and mistake me for a minimalist or a neat freak. That's OK. I own…
Continue ReadingYou might walk into my house and mistake me for a minimalist or a neat freak. That's OK. I own…
Continue ReadingMy dearest children, I know you see me. I know that you see Mommy take her medication every morning. You…
Continue ReadingDear two-years-ago self, Hi there, it’s me. Well, you. It’s us. Hi. I want to tell you a few things…
Continue ReadingWhen the depression storm comes, it wants to be known. It doesn't just cause a little wind and rain. Oh…
Continue ReadingI held a funeral for my husband, but I was the only one there. It was 2012, and I watched…
Continue ReadingSometimes—no, really, all the time—I can sink pretty low into a pity party when I think of the loss I’ve…
Continue ReadingAs a clinical psychologist, I see a lot of kids (and adults for that matter) get “stuck”. Through experiences, the…
Continue ReadingDear Target, You know I love you . . . but we need to talk about tween girls for a…
Continue ReadingHe sat in the brown leather armchair, bronze buttons outlining the seams. He stared at me over his oversized glasses as…
Continue Reading“Mom, I’m four.” I paused with the sandwich meat in my hand just long enough to give my 15-year-old daughter…
Continue ReadingI remember seeing a home improvement show for the first time. It impacted me in a deeper way than the…
Continue ReadingDownsizing our house was one thing, but when we were considering going to a shared vehicle, even I thought we…
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