Motherhood
Seed of Change: From Election Week 2020
The United States has elected its first Woman, first Black Woman and first Indian Woman as its Vice President. * * * One of the greatest forms of love is listening. The still, small voice within is always teaching about what it means to love. This year, leaders I follow made an unprecedented shift towards…
Read MoreOn the Road Again: Rogue River, Zion Canyon & Family
Three weeks ago, my family was nearing two months of sheltering-in-place in our Baja home. We had been adhering to strict physical distancing guidelines. The kids hadn’t played with another child, and we weren’t socializing with friends in person. What had initially been a unique and precious incubation started to feel suffocating and lonely, even…
Read MoreTransforming our Creepy Crawly Home
At the end of September 2019, we moved into a little house on the beach in Southern Baja. We arrived to find the walls crawling with albino geckos – hundreds of them. The bedroom wreaked of cigarette smoke even after I laundered the bedding and curtains and left the mattresses out in the sun. At…
Read MoreIt’s so weird: A moment at sunset during the pandemic
I am sitting on our second story deck with a mug of vanilla rooibos tea, local honey and warmed homemade almond milk that I finished squeezing from its nut milk bag just minutes ago. On the horizon, the sun is slowly slipping into its ocean bed for the evening. Waves rhythmically crash on the beach…
Read MoreMy Favorite 2 Little Words
“Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything (there is a crack in everything) That’s how the light gets in” – Leonard Cohen The corners of blackout film we’ve applied to this bedroom’s large windows have started to peel back, lighting the room just enough for me to have a sense…
Read MoreA Day of Death and Life at the Beach
“How about we go to Palm Beach today?” Dave asks as I hand him a glass of the dark purple, nutrient-dense smoothie I’ve just prepared. “Sure,” I answer. An hour later, we are packing up the car, and he asks if I want my fins. “No, thanks; I’m not swimming in that water,” I reply,…
Read MorePink Medicine
I lower a needleless syringe, tip filled with gooey, bubblegum pink liquid, into my 3-month-old son’s mouth. His eyes, still blue, draw in mine, and my attention traces the edges of their almond shape. “Okay, my boy, it’s time for the medicine that will help make you all better,” I tell him. He smiles back,…
Read MoreAdiós 2018: Reflections on a wonder-filled year
As 2018 comes to a close, I sit down to write with my nearly 4-week old son propped up on a blanket and nursing pillow as he gulps down yet another snack. I lightheartedly wonder to myself if he is the hungriest man alive. In my loose plan for the day, I had hoped Theo would…
Read MoreBetween Worlds: On Waiting to Become a Mother to Two
The nearly-full November moon rises from behind the mountains on Tahoe’s east shore. I’ve watched the skies over the past months, as each wax and wane marked an opening, a welcoming, a greater preparedness for the coming of our son. I lay on my left side, one pillow tucked under my head, another between my…
Read MoreMommy Go Bye-Bye: A Moment Balancing Work, Self Care & Motherhood
An ice cube melts into the bowl of oatmeal I am stirring with my left hand while I scoop Lily up in my right arm. “Okay, sweetie, time for breakfast,” I tell her as I sprinkle a few strawberries atop the bowl of now tepid oatmeal and walk with her, the bowl, a spoon and…
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