I just hung up the phone with a friend and am struggling to make sense of the last hour. She talked. I listened. I'm not sure why, but she chose me to tell all the things. The unpretty. I wish I had sent her to voicemail, and for that I feel like the most ample … Continue reading Upretty Secrets
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends! Words can’t begin to express how much I appreciate all of my readers and this blogging community. Since the holidays are such a busy time, I’m going to reblog some of my old posts. I’m anticipating some joy and a little stress as we’re heading to Atlanta to gather with family. So many people; so many viewpoints and strong personalities. I needed this reminder today and thought you might, too. Stay safe and well!
I consider myself a people person.
I like people.
They spark my curiosity, and I want to know their stories.
What made them think a certain way about something?
Who were their parents?
What have they seen?
What joys have they known? What pains?
Sometimes this is easier with strangers than with those we love — at least this is the case for me.
I’ve been accused of being too accepting. People tell me I attract “oddballs.” I suppose I find unconventional souls a bit more intriguing. Bland is harder to stomach, yet there’s curiosity there as well.
The holidays are upon us. I’m thinking about family members — fundamentalists, Trump supporters, drunks, gun lovers. We’ll be dining together. I’ll be gnawing my tongue and balancing when to speak up and when to take more of a passive, compassionate approach.
I’m going to start collecting mantras now:
Peace begins with…
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"You need bodywork," my wise friend said matter-of-factly. I knew she was right. This misalignment often happens to me when I spend too much time in my head -- working, writing, over-analyzing. But this is more than that. This is something that's been going on for a long time now, and something I've turned away … Continue reading Bodywork, Yoga, Grounding
This is a continuation of my last post. It will make more sense if you check out Reading, Wallace, ADHD, and Testing first. ***** I have suspected that Gil has dyslexia for some time now. He's never confirmed it, and though I've had numerous conversations on the subject with his mom and other family … Continue reading Reading, ADHD, Wallace, and Testing Part 2
I always have a difficult time accepting awards. I think it's my anxiety. I would rather hide. I also struggle with following rules, so there's that. Still, I am ALWAYS appreciative of my fellow bloggers who take the time to recognize my blog. First up, Decoding Bipolar nominated me for the Black Cat Blue Sea … Continue reading Thank You, Decoding Bipolar
I want to like September. I want to breathe in crisp air, hinting at fall and cooler days. I want to be that woman who breaks out all things pumpkin spice as soon as Labor Day weekend is behind us. But frankly, September is a rough month in my family. My father-in-law, Kevin, died suddenly … Continue reading Making Peace With September While Hating September
I have to deal with something I don't want to, and it's taking entirely too much of my energy. Before starting this blog post I was working through various tasks -- household stuff, other writing projects, planning the week out in my head, moving through my morning. But I was having trouble focusing on anything … Continue reading Know Thyself: The PTA Volunteer Dilemma
I wasn't planning to post today, but when I ran across two posts from one of my all-time favorite ADHD bloggers, I had to share. This site, Grief Happens, is a mixed bag, and although I started it years ago as a place to discuss grief and to work on my personal healing process, there … Continue reading ADHD and 18 Channels
Now that my precious, darling angels have returned to school, I am actually able to remember how much I truly adore them. I'm no longer being the end-of-summer mom who survives by locking herself in the bedroom while the kids binge out on Netflix and whatever they can find in the fridge that always seems … Continue reading Enough With the Requests, Children
You can read the background for this post here. Piers, my 8yo, took the following pictures yesterday after I asked him to give me some space. I wasn't especially upset, but I was dealing with a lot at once, some of which was frustrating and a bit challenging, and I simply needed to breathe. … Continue reading A Glimpse of ADHD in Pictures