I’ve been sitting with thoughts lately that have nearly overwhelmed me. It’s about history and the stories we tell about it, and life and living it. It’s about how we act in the present, when we’re going through something.
San Francisco — September 9, 2020, 9:10 am I’m struggling to adult today. Imposter syndrome about simply being. No one to turn to who has the answers, knows the way out of this mess. Virus, wild fires, rampant homelessness. I don’t see a way out. An election in 8 weeks, but we’re being led to… Continue reading The world is ending, long live the world
I'm hearing from parents that you feel overwhelmed in trying to make the right decision for your child and family as we head into the new school year. If your school is opening, do you send your child? If it isn't opening, how will you manage distance learning? If it's some sort of hybrid, how… Continue reading No decision is bigger than you
Just another parenting paradox. As a mom, I have come to accept the fact that I am not enough. And I have embraced the enlightenment that I am. *I am not enough.* My children will always want more of my time, attention, and affection. Both of them would climb back inside my body if that… Continue reading I am/not enough, and so are you
If you've wondered what you can contribute to this moment in history but something is making you hesitate, maybe some of the limiting beliefs that entered my mind will sound familiar. Maybe some of my responses will help.
"Weekend" doesn't mean what it used to, does it? Without the familiar pattern of 5-day workweek + 2-day family weekend, the days are blurring together. There's too much togetherness but not enough quality time. Sometimes it feels like the days are dragging on, and yet there's not enough time. How can our weekends recharge us… Continue reading P.A.R.T.Y. weekend — self-care tool
I thought I was an ally I thought I was liberal, progressive, even. I thought that being kind to all people — different, similar; darker, lighter; richer, poorer; native, immigrant; younger, older; more educated, less educated — was enough. I thought I, a financially secure, cisgendered, married, heterosexual white woman, was an ally. Then our… Continue reading All I know about diversity and inclusion I learned at my kids’ preschool
Thoughts on the meaning of makeup, to me and to the little children who see everything.