(Right. You'd think I could have thought to write this one already. Like, last fall, when I was writing "something" every day for my own mental health.) May, as you've likely already seen or heard, is Mental Health Awareness Month. You've likely already seen or heard about it because, thanks to the pandemic, mental health … Continue reading Something about mental health.
I made school lunch for the last time, ever. "This is the last time I'm ever going to make lunch for you to take to school," I said to my daughter, as I folded a chicken and rice burrito and wrapped it up tight. "You're free!" she whooped. "Aren't you glad?" Seven years ago, I … Continue reading Something about that list from the working mother battlefield.
I've been writing a little each day, but never quite finishing, a post about blueprints and time. And while I work on that essay, in the background, I'm going to bring forward a few pieces from the vault, starting with this one, about Diana cameras and Hipstamatic, both of which are part of my love … Continue reading Something about photographs.
This first part is a repeat, of sorts, because Easter seems a good time to check in on a few things, irrespective of faith tradition/practice (or lack thereof). The checking-in is the important part; the repeat is just for context. Janus (as I wrote, back in January) is the Roman god of beginnings, transitions, doorways, … Continue reading Something about fresh starts and well-being.
As I've written before, I've been working with an executive coach for several years. Our work together and the relationship that has grown through that work, continue to bring brightness, clarity, calm, wonder, and warmth to my work at Kindred Place and more broadly in my life. It was through this work that I decided … Continue reading Something about flow.
In 2016 the Centers for Disease Control released a technical package/toolkit for preventing child abuse and neglect. If you missed that bit of news, back in 2016, as I did, it's probably because 2016 was, in the lightest and most polite description, a crazy year. I'll go on a limb here and suggest something that … Continue reading Something about children.
"Home," as Jimmy Carter wrote, in a piece for The Bitter Southerner, "is a complicated idea." I've been sewing in the mornings, sitting in my chair by the window, sipping coffee and stitching in the few quiet moments before other more immediate responsibilities take the stage, which usually isn't very long. Sewing, and this kind … Continue reading Something about sewing.
When my son was in middle school I went to a workshop/book group for parents of almost-teenagers. The topic, generally speaking, was how to help steer clear of risky behavior. The book we received, handed out the night the group met, was 100 Questions You'd Never Ask Your Parents. We barely discussed the book, which … Continue reading Something kind.