Grief is the bully of the emotional playground. In the midst of laughter and squeals of delight it will come stomping through the sandbox; it’s shadow covering the jungle gym and monkey bars, while other feelings cling to the periphery of the chain link fence. I started taking a Flamenco Read more…
Tonight was my seven-year old nephew’s last soccer game for the season. I won’t keep you in suspense; they lost. Badly. 6-0. The other team were veterans of the league, they had played together last year, they had ‘plays’. But before I digress into a rant about details that are Read more…
Deep breath. And release. Remove any pressure to be profound and earth shattering. Ok. I can do that. So now what? Confess I’m feeling a little self conscious here? I suppose that seems odd in this era of living out loud. Every facet of life is chronicled online, once silent Read more…