Grace for The Unplanned
As a clinician, when my clients say “This wasn’t the plan”, I nod empathetically. I listen. I let them explain. I hear the frustration, the disappointment, the anxiety, the confusion,…
As a clinician, when my clients say “This wasn’t the plan”, I nod empathetically. I listen. I let them explain. I hear the frustration, the disappointment, the anxiety, the confusion,…
I didn’t mind the rain. I had a short walk from my home to my office. The sidewalks I meandered were lined with tall towering leafy green trees intercepting rain…
She descended down the back door trolley steps, all two feet tall of her, approximately four years old, wavy deep brown hair held together by a lemon yellow scrunchie, holding…
“Wilmington next!” the conductor announced as he moved through the train car. My stop wasn’t Wilmington. But a quick look at the time on my phone allowed me to see…
“It’s par for the course” I found myself whispering as I walked to the small table for two by the window at my favorite local coffee shop. I smiled as…
Every now and then my three year old self threatens to come out. She threatens to throw a tantrum, leave a mess in her wake and demand my full attention.…
“Auntie, you can’t do that,” he yelled. “Why not?” “Bumblebee doesn’t have a gun Auntie. He has a knife,” he laughed. “Can’t I use my imagination?” “Just use the weapon…
Two boxes. One in the living room in front of the white seven shelf book case giving shelter to books, framed photos of family, and cute plants from Ikea…because I…
It was my shortcut to one of the public restrooms in the city that’s pretty well maintained. Up the escalator, past the shoes, coats and workout wear to the right,…
I don’t know what you do when your body is throwing a coup and you go from a few hours of great energy that you pour into unpacking in your…
“On Wednesdays we wear pink”- an infamous quite from the early 2000’s film, Mean Girls. For me it’s “On Tuesdays we go to Trader Joe’s”…unless I am in deep longing…