I awoke the other morning with a heart so heavy, it felt like a brick pinning down my body and rendering me immobile. The... »
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Read The Women of Chestnut Street, a blog novel about four California moms navigating through friendship, marriage, and motherhood.
Moonlight Prayers
What My Baby Teaches Me
I awoke the other morning with a heart so heavy, it felt like a brick pinning down my body and rendering me immobile. The grief of recently losing a loved one was overwhelming. How was I going to go on? How was I going to face the frenetic pace of a day that had... »
Moonlight Gifts
In the eleven years I have known my husband he has never seen me cry. Well actually there was one time my eyes welled up for him on our first year wedding anniversary when to my elation he gave us Lakers play-off tickets. But I can’t recall a single time I’ve ever cried... »
Mother
I crave my son as night craves the day. He brings forth in every way, every single piece of my soul, seeping out around me as I go forth in the world forever changed by his love, forever molded by his essence and forever grounded by his being. He changed me. Not for the... »
Breathe
Mama . . . Means so much in so few syllables. It never ends, the job description just keeps on going and going and going. The wonderful thing about it is that you keep on finding new wonderful, powerful layers of yourself. »
Poem
Some days my heart aches trying to pull myself together to be the mama I want to be Some days it all falls into place the rhythm, the magick of chores I am the mama I want to be Through it all I see those deep brown eyes seeing me with a wisdom I have long forgotten With a newness & hope... »
The Darkest Hour
It was 6 AM. I’m up regularly before this time. Sometimes at 4:45, 5, with no problem but today it’s a struggle. The little one is grunting, whining, and doing that cough cry that I know will eventually work itself into a wail that my 3 year-old won’ t be able to sleep through. And... »
Earth Mother
Earth Mother, star mother, You who are called by a thousand names, May all remember We are cells in your body »
Walking with the Sun and Moon
From which the sun sets the mind rises. Nighttime holds pleasure and creative endeavors made easy. »
The Mother
The mother in me is the mother in you as you and I are connected. On every plane of existence we share a mother… the mother within… the heartbeat of humanity. The earth, the voice of calm and peace we find in our darkest hour. The beauty of life itself beats within us and that is... »
