No matter how many times it was demanded I lighten up, calm down, go with the flow and get over it, I just still did not.
Observing a year of pain, growth, and resilience — the subtle ways people show up when we are most vulnerable.
I’ve been reflecting on how, in my family—and unironically, in the family of the man I had children with—belonging was not rooted in mutual care, nuance, or individuality. It was…
Letting Go Each day, I live with the ache that I may not see my children again. We may not have another real conversation or moment of closeness. That may…
My sons learned, by design, to have zero tolerance for their mother. Ordinary acts of parenting—direction, correction, consequences, even simple questions—were rejected and reframed as manipulation or control. I once…