“We are all driven to recreate they dynamic of our first wound so we can change the ending,” ~ Jan Bellows (IYKYK) On Mother’s Day seventeen years ago, I found out I was pregnant with my son. Stepping into the sacred role of motherhood and sharing this news with my own mama made it my […]
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Years ago, this idea of junk journaling crossed my digital path, but I didn’t think too much about it. Over the years, as it kept coming into my purview, I decided to learn more about this mysterious craft. Once I dipped my toe in, I was hooked! I’m still learning the craft – I think
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As a child, lying in my bed, lulled by the soft, consistent cries of a nearby lighthouse, I used to dream up stories. At first, these stories lived only in my head, mirroring the books that I loved to read: stories of ships from faraway lands that carried stowaways seeking refuge from war-torn countries; stories
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Life has been very intense and stressful lately; not the type of stress that keeps me on my toes and moving forward, but the kind of stress that is slowly killing me. I feel like I’ve been sharing my space with a live grenade, forced to hold tightly onto the spoon to keep it from
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Sitting on my back patio, I roll my pants legs up to welcome a little sunshine onto my pale skin. The warmth caresses me, as I rock gently on my Costco hammock chair, almost lulling myself to sleep. With my eyes closed, I hear the steady hum of a fly, the symphony of bees in
Over the past five years, my health has declined. I’m only 53 years young, but I feel thirty years older! I haven’t been able to pinpoint exactly what is declining, other than constant fatigue, stress, and worry. As a solo mama, I live in constant fear of being on the edge of ruin. I work
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Before giving birth to my son, my deepest, most precious desire was to become a mama! I put everything else on hold for that privilege, and it has been the greatest gift of my life. Now that my son is in high school, and becoming more and more independent, I can dare to dream about
Pulling weeds in my garden, I have a particularly sneaky one that has taken root at the base of one of my flowering plants. Hard as I try, I can never pull the weed completely out by the roots, because that would require me to pull the plant itself up. As I carefully, and almost