A few years ago, I launched a project called  Right Where I Am  where I asked other babylost parents to write about right where they were ...

Some mornings, I ache to visit this space. Lucia lives here. She lives here, there, everywhere.  We moved. Fall pushed against me, an...

There is still so much I think about in regards to Lucy's death. Like the fact I never had a funeral, and that small non-funeral gesture...

If you have a moment, use these grids for a tonglen meditation or prayer session. I have decided to share this before I go into...

First things first, July 27th is the MISS Foundation's Kindness Project , and I am participating for the third year. Last year, I made ...

I cover the tarot spread with a silk. Nothing suspicious here, Gas and Electric Meter Reader. We are certainly not gypsy fortune tellers her...

Life feels nuts and wonderfully delightful. Summer camps and circles of women and tarot readings and reiki and thoughts about when and where...

Two years ago, I launched a project called  Right Where I Am  where I asked other babylost parents to write about right where they were in ...

I trucked the kids to my mother's for the weekend of Munay-Ki and meditation, and dressed and chatted Friday morning with Jess, wrote a ...

I wish I had a sister that didn't die. Me too, Beezus. But your sister didn't die. No, I mean, I wish your sister hadn't...