The sky is gray and I feel myself slipping back down the slope a little. I have spent too much money this month and I lie awake at night worrying about it. I worry about the kids, their grades, the amount of time they spend on the computer, worry...
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Slaying the Beast of Shame
Life in the Passenger Seat
I really enjoy driving. Always have. I like the freedom of flitting about, I like going fast. As a single mother, I do ALL the driving. I drive to soccer practices, riding lessons, pick up late at night from dances and aborted sleepovers. I know all the quick routes...
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It’s been weeks trying to convince a certain 11 year old to sign up to try out for his school’s soccer team. He played for a rec team when he was 7, but after a weird experience with a coach who split the team into an A and a...
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I found myself writing a comment on the blog of a another widowed blogger about kid anxiety and thought I would share what tiny morsels of wisdom I have gleaned over the years: The anxiety thing in “grief” kids is so hard. And so common. Both my kids have struggled...
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I know, I know, we are all sick to death of the media frenzy that is the Tiger Mother, but for me the conversations have brought up some interesting topics that have been ricocheting around my brain. I know I am not alone, which is why this conversation has...
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I entered the Christmas season in denial, hoping that if I did nothing about it, that maybe it wouldn’t come. I shopped reluctantly, grumpy to be once again adding to the consumption problem we all face, knowing that the things I bought now would be stuffed into a green...
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A certain 11 year old I know came home from school today moaning in pain. “Where does it hurt?” “In my arms and my chest. I feel like I did a thousand sit-ups but I didn’t.” “Were you running around a lot this weekend?” “No.” There had been a posting on Facebook from another...
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Slowing reemerging from my nether world and just have to give you the PS on that. Turns out Lisa, (Thanksgiving psychic) has her very own beloved pedigreed German Shepherd. Of course she does. I have landed on my ass in the (supposedly) real world, smack dab in the land of...
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There were a bunch of girls here the other night for a sleepover. At 10:30pm, they decided to head out to a park nearby and a little later I “serendipitously” drove by and found them surrounded by a bunch of boys. This was a first for us, and I...
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Arron, 5th Grade (1971) I used to get signs all the time from Arron. The smoke smells, lights turning on, CD players playing schumltzy Christmas songs. I wonder why they have stopped. Is it that I don’t need his signs anymore? Or is he just off galavanting around the Universe,...
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Learning to live again after the sudden death of my husband Arron on 9/11. I wrote my book, The Alchemy of Loss, as a testament to finding the silver lining of grief and loss, to discovering the defibrillator effect of trauma and its power to awaken us into really living. I now live in Seattle with my two teenaged kids.
