Ouch. I saw this on social media today and damn if it didn’t hit home. This is me. 100% I like to pretend that I’m low maintenance but nope, the truth is that I don’t believe that a partner would show up for me. (Especially with all the “no drama please” or “good vibes only”…
Who Are You?
I should watch this again “Who are you?” That’s a question I ask myself quite a bit. Being an only parent means that so much of my identity is based around my kids. But I’m more than that, though I frequently forget it. “Who are you?” What even IS that question? How can it answer…
Missed Opportunity
Bisexual, hetero-romantic. That's the label that I settled on for myself, sometime last year; but then I thought maybe pansexual, heterosexual-romantic was more accurate. When it comes to sexual attraction, I'm all over the place but when it comes to relationships, I've only been with cisgender men. Lately I've wondered if the reason that I…
Death by A Thousand Cuts
I’ve wanted to write for over a week, but my brain was too much…my brain doesn’t stop ever, unless I’m meditating, doing yoga, or smoking weed. All the time that I’m living life, in the back of mind there’s a list constantly running: When is B’s next orthodontist appt? Need to email the school again…
Sex, Drugs, and Justin Timberlake
“How can you show love, to those past versions of yourself?”, the question my therapist asked me 2 weeks ago. We’d been discussing my feelings of shame towards those younger versions of myself…those versions of myself that partied, had (mostly) safe sex, and even did some recreational drugs (not counting marijuana in that group)…ya know,…
Deconstructed Yoga Mom 