I’m going to need to recover from this past year of pandemic life. Sure, I learned to appreciate long walks, outings to the park, and eating more meals at home. I even cleaned out some closets and learned to play a little bit of jazz piano last spring. But I’ve also learned I have an…
In some ways I feel like I’ve been in a low-grade bad mood since last March, and winter isn’t helping. Maybe I’m not the only one? Of course I relish moments of joy and lightheartedness here and there every week. But even my children have noticed that I don’t smile or laugh as easily lately….
For the first ten years of my parenting I had a ritual before going to bed. I would quietly tiptoe into each of the girls’ rooms and make sure they were breathing. All I needed was a quick glimpse of the rise and fall of their little chests to satisfy myself. Is this strange? Probably….
As we flip our calendars to September and start looking toward the fall, it feels like we’re all still trying to balance the heaviness of this year with some sense of hope. How can one year hold so many losses? I keep trying to push back against the weight of the disappointments with little pockets…