Sharpening the word sword, again

A few weeks ago I found myself alone in Seattle, a luxury I wasn't going to let pass without some revelry of the type suitable for a middle-aged mother the night before a work-related conference. I landed in sideways snow a somewhat sweaty-palmed adventure for a consummate Californian, who truly dislikes the unknown variable of... Continue Reading →

Seriously, are we still calling girls sassy?

  I'm tired of feeling apologetic for my sassy eight-year-old daughter and I know I should try to rise above but I've become more concerned about it as she gets older. It's ironic that in this Amy Schumer/Jezebel/Beyonce world that even 30-something year old women still feel the need to point out my vocal young girl. It makes me... Continue Reading →

From Self-Loathing to Self-Worth

I should be working on a final term paper for my marketing class, but I feel like procrastinating.  As I was "taking a little look at the internet"  I got sucked into this weekend's edition of The New York Times Magazine and read this amazing article called The Problem With How We Treat Bipolar Disorder.... Continue Reading →

Stakes in The Ground.

I've finally cleared a few things up with myself. Once and for all. Here, they are: 1. I am a mother. Nurturing, caring, strong. 2. I am an artist. Creative, intuitive, risk-taking. Simple, to the point, seemingly obvious. Yet I have struggled to carry the weight of both roles. Allow me the entitled pleasure to... Continue Reading →

Damping the Echo.

Listening hard is a choice.  At first, we open ourselves to hear everything. To use "big ears" and soak in all the noise. The trick is in the tuning. Exposing the clarity of crystal notes that break through the interference. To feel the warm hum of low frequency embracing us with forgiveness. The quiet descent of... Continue Reading →

Riding the Feedback Loop.

Last night I took a big step into the realm of listening hard. I signed up for a writing workshop, something I have attempted in the past and have failed miserably. Failure meaning, getting upset, taking critique personally, crying, feeling unworthy, getting depressed and eventually giving up. But I always give it a go every... Continue Reading →

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