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 …
The Oscar Diaries
November 1st
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 …
Missing piece
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. …
Sex ed
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.
Tiny footprints
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.
Crossfit and the human condition
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 …
A Soft Place to Land
“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make …
Life in the fast lane
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.
