Older Than My Mother
The Urban Mom In my mind, my mother is always forty years old.In November, I’ll turn forty-five.I’m older…
Read moreRapunzel and the Mirrors: The Day She Freed Herself from the Gaze
From the tower window, the world looked perfect.Green rolled endlessly toward the horizon, the air…
Read moreThe Price of Worth: From a Designer Bag to Self-Acceptance
In the picture below, I look incredibly happy among shelves full of Gucci bags.Yes. I’m…
Read moreThe Toothache of Letting Go: When Pain Becomes a Form of Love
For the past three days, I’ve been in constant agony: a toothache that borders on…
Read moreThe Heart That Found Its Way Home: Chopin Between Silence and Sound
There are stories that don’t end with death.They go on living, quietly, beneath stone slabs,…
Read moreThe Diaper Trick: What We Hide Under Our Emotional Mess
There was a reel going around once, showing a trick for when you go to…
Read moreVera – the red-lipped window-woman in whom I saw a different life
I stepped into her world, and since then, I’ve never found Vera, the red-lipped window-woman…
Read moreBreaking Free from the Victim Role: Choosing Responsibility Over Powerlessness
I learned quickly that when I showed myself small and wounded, people were gentler. That…
Read moreWhen Children Teach Us Alchemy: Turning Loss Into Play
The gummies she had wanted so much fell on the floor.We both paused.With a heavy…
Read moreLearning to Say No: Boundaries, Fear, and Co-Regulation in Parenting
One day, my son asked me what my greatest “invisible” fear was. I answered honestly:…
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