Tonight I have to read my letters out loud. I have read them over and over in my head. I’m trying to prepare myself for hearing the words I wrote. But I’m sure there is no way around it. I’m sure I will bawl. And maybe that’s a good thing. So why am I nervous … Continue reading
Posted in May 2013 …
It’s my fault my husband has “Mommy Thumb”
My husband was recently diagnosed with “Mommy Thumb.” The pain started about a year ago and got worse over time. But he is confident it will get better. He’s also in physical therapy for a stress fracture in his foot from all the extra walking, and moving, that came soon after our son’s birth and … Continue reading
“There’s a way to be good again”
The last few weeks my mind has been spinning about the convergence of joy and pain, contentment and anguish, peace and terror. For so many of those hurt in Boston on April 15, the day represented the best and worst for them. The best because they had completed something wonderful, done what they set out … Continue reading
Dear Pelvis
So I guess I’m officially having a conversation with my pelvis. Last night, instead of writing more from my pelvis to myself (see previous post), I responded. Dear Pelvis, Thank you for saying what you had to say. Heart, Gut, Brain and Intuition all agree with you. But right now — as the weather crashes … Continue reading
Homework assignment
At therapy last week I got a homework assignment: Write a letter to yourself, from your pelvis. Maybe this sounds crazy, she said, and you don’t have to agree. But what do you think of that? Here’s the kicker: I have to read it aloud at my next appointment. I have to put it on … Continue reading
Separated at Birth 