A Hard Conversation
A couple of weeks ago my friend came to visit. She’s also the godmother of my children. She’s also the reason I launched the last two episodes of the podcast. Anyway, I love this friend. I’ve known her for eight years. But it’
I’m a little angry
I’m a little angry right now. Not at my husband. But with someone my husband was just with. Someone my husband went out with, who said something to him.
This was during a guy’s night in New York on Friday. A trip I told him to
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THE RECKONING
Reckoning (noun): An accounting, as for things received or done. When your actions are judged as good or bad and you are rewarded or punished.I have a theory. My theory is based on hunches and tidbits and quotes and after ten years in a relationship and three years as
Couples Therapy
Two things can be true at once. This was something my therapist told me on Thursday while I was telling her about my couple’s therapist. (Yes, I have become that person.)
The couple’s counselor, who we will call Penny, seemed great the first two times I
Did I Share Too Much?
Recently, when I’m walking up the stairs or folding laundry, a Joan Didion quote plays through my mind. My head is a jumble of words, and for periods of times, certain ones get stuck.
I’ve heard it said that we get songs stuck in our head
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Two Words My grandmother’s name is Anna. It’s a derivative of our family’s saint name Antonio. Antonio, Anna, Antonetta, Antoinette; which is my middle name and my legacy to pass on. Anna has dementia. It’s genetic. It is what is slowly taking her, while we watch. It isn’t the fact that death is holding my […]
Mama Nature, Sister Sun, Mother Moon
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Thank You, Julia Roberts
Since self-care is not always bubble baths, endless shopping or rebounds. Break-up is a deep punch on one’s stomach giving a pain so stubborn which refuses to leave. The clock struck 2:30 am. Eyes wide open, tired but open. Fingers tired of scrolling down feed on social media. Phone’s dying. Sleep-deprived, I lie on the […]