A journey of being.

A Tale of Two Kitchens and What Freedom Feels Like

I don't know how to capture in words the way that it felt in these last couple of years. Despair? Doesn't quite get there. Walking through the black, every day, every step, neck deep in mud and only the briefest glimmer of hope off in the

Let the Energy Flow: How Modern Schooling Inhibits Children

I attended a Veterans Day assembly at my daughter's junior high school yesterday. She plays trombone in the band so we wanted to see and support her. It was a lovely ceremony all around, but an incident happened shortly after we arrived that has been sitting with me

How I Found My Voice on a Kitchen Floor

A semi-hilarious look at that time I yelled so much I lost my voice.

Vacuuming While Drowning

Hard hits in funny ways

It Will Be Hard Sometimes

But we didn't come here to be complacent

That Time I Didn't Compromise on a New Life

But I really wanted to!

Ode to the Under-Parented

You can be the parent you never had

Dogma Persists in Unlikely Places

I remember the day I met the local Waldorf school. Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. I was enchanted by the colored silks, the wooden toys, the feeling of peace and intention that pervaded the farthest corners. Though it was a hardship

Labor Day Thoughts

I think people tend to think that being the boss is some glamorous gift handed out to only "privileged" people, but that diminishes the absolute death grind it takes to build a business. "The CEO should work at the same pay as his lowest paid employee."

We're Too Poor

I was reflecting today on a moment that in hindsight was pivotal in my walk with money. When my babies were young, we were poor, food stamps at one point and secondhand clothes always. I chafed against that life so much, knowing I wanted so much more. That lack really

the one where i said fuck this

For years, Mother’s Day meant dragging four kids to his mother’s house to celebrate a woman whose job was already done, while I was drowning in the trenches of motherhood, alone, unseen, and exhausted. I’d swallow the pain. Smile. Stay quiet. While raising babies in poverty with

Annoyed Into Awareness

for the witch who knows the path is paved with eye-rolls and breadcrumbs Not all awakenings arrive in dreams or silence. Some show up mid-sigh, mid-mess, mid-scroll. Some arrive when the toddler spills their cup again, or the same rooster crows just as the quote about “irritation being a teacher”