My Secret Garden
There is something in me that awakens when I am here. I am sitting in my garden. My boys are sleeping or almost. It is after 9pm. I am squinting from …
There is something in me that awakens when I am here. I am sitting in my garden. My boys are sleeping or almost. It is after 9pm. I am squinting from …
November 1, 2012. The day of reckoning. The day I moved on from my sad story and onto my happy one. There is a seismic shift happening for me. I …
For so long Oscar was my inspiration. He was a concept, a future baby that would fill the Axel-shaped gap in my soul. Not perfectly, because that would be impossible. …
Is it just me or is the memory of your parents giving you ‘the talk’ seared in your mind’s eye as if it happened yesterday? I had pretty evolved parents, I mean, my mom was Swedish and well, you know those Swedes…she couldn’t wait to sit me down with that dreaded book with all those pictures.
Today was the day I capsized. Again. At this point its like my emptiness is swollen shut. Scabbed over and doused with enough social grace not to unload it on unsuspecting, ill-equipped listeners. All but those closest confidants are spared the ugliness of my feelings.
Its been a crappy week in our house. Oscar was in the hospital with yet another bout of croup. This was different, though. He really couldn’t breathe. With each attempt …
I didn’t know what the word warrior meant before April. Ok. I thought I did. To me it conjured images of vikings and yoga classes. But I didn’t understand its implication before then. I think this quote is a pretty great one. And now I feel like I am closer to understanding it, or maybe giving the term the respect it is owed.
I am in a reflective place lately. Mostly because I am one-on-one with my kids for the first time in a great while. With the exception of a few hours a couple of times a week, its just me and the wolf pack. And you know what? Its nuts. And amazing.