The Masks We Wear

As Halloween approached memories from my childhood are bubbling up to the surface. One in particular captured my attention.   When I was about five, my Uncle Ed created a costume for me. Tradition was that we dressed up, went trick or treating around the...

Renewing My Vows

Upon wakening one morning earlier this week, I pulled the blankets up close to my chin. This was the first indication that there was change in the air after weeks of heat and humidity that I thought I had left behind when I moved to California. Stepping out of bed,...

The Lives We Touch

I first met Hank on a rainy Christmas morning three years ago. He was sitting on the sidewalk outside of Peet’s Coffee cafe where Jude, Max, and I were about to celebrate our good deeds. We’d just spent the last hour or so delivering bags of goodies to the homeless....

Right in Front of My Face

For the past few weeks, I’ve felt like I’ve been hit by a truck. Despite seeming that life is rolling along on my Facebook page and that I’m in a state of joy and happiness––and I am when I’m with Jude and Max––for the most part I’m feeling pretty miserable.   I...

Are You Afraid of the “C” Word?

  A year ago, almost to the day, I settled into the driver’s seat of my car, with the key poised near the ignition, and I heard the words:    “If you can’t commit to yourself, how can anyone else?” An earthquake reverberated through my body that shook me to...

Disappointing Myself

A few weeks ago, Jude and Max were spending the night. We’d watched a movie, I’d given them a bath, and we had a dessert––vanilla ice cream, with M&Ms, and a dollop of peanut butter.   My time with the boys always allows me to slow down and appreciate some of...

Dancing on the Edge with Mom

Two and half years ago, I stormed out of my mother’s house after unloading a lifetime of resentment, frustration, and anger on her. I’ll spare you the details, but in essence, it wasn’t pretty. I took a plane the very next day to San Diego to be with my children,...