A Different Holiday Season

COVID is still here, changing our holidays, and thus our hearts. If I want to feel the joy and really be present, so I know I will need to feel the sadness too. Some things have to be different, and some things I choose to make different.

Women: Moms, wives, Workers During COVID-19

According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics 865,000 women left the labor force from August to September while 216,000 men left. Why is this so disproportionate? Are women okay? Is this by choice? Are job descriptions out of balance? Are parenting and care taking of the home out of balance? My struggle to work during

Delay of Launch

Moms of kids ready to launch into elementary school for the first time, this description seems on point for you. You have poured years of preparation into this. This little person was placed in your arms 4-5 years ago and was 100% dependent on you. You have taught them everything; supported them as they learned everything. You sacrificed so much in hopes of celebrating this launch. It is a hard and beautiful season that was winding down, and your emotions were equal parts ecstatic and weepy.

What will I do?- my first response to the murder of Ahmaud Arbery

I am a holder of stories, a lover of words that capture deep truths, a constant investigator. Being a Southerner is complicated for me, and it is no one’s problem to figure out but my own, and yet I value those who have done their own work and shared it.

The Birth of Hope

Maybe the closeness of another allows us to learn what we need to learn in the dark in a way that isn’t so frightening. And maybe that is why Jesus’s birth and resurrection happen in the dark. Emmanuel, God with us, even in our darkness; especially in our darkness.

I’m here.

Being a mother is the best and hardest role many of us will ever take on.  Often we think of it as bringing out our best and worst, and we are either one or the other at any given moment.  Can we be both in the same moment?  My friend captured this picture of me

Mirror Mirror

I’ve had this conversation more times than I can count.  A friend’s  kid has had a really difficult day.  So many emotions, all at a level 10, all day long.  She expresses how completely worn out she is, usually followed by a comment about how she knows it’s typical behavior for a (insert age) year

The Oak

When deciding to start a private practice, one of the first decisions was the logo.  Without hesitating I said, “An oak tree.  One with big branches and a wide canopy.”  I find inspiration in trees. There is a majesty and a connecting point that is deep. These old knotted trees seem wise to me.  When