No, this little tale doesn’t involve me waking up in a pool of water to discover my water has broken and then racing to the hospital to deliver a healthy baby. I’m still pregnant, still having contractions, still dilating (can’t still be effacing since I reached the 100 percent mark last week), just not inRead the whole post >>
My Papa
In my spice cabinet, I have a tin shaker emblazoned with a big red “C,” applied using nail polish. The container is filled with a mixture of cinnamon and sugar and I use it to add a dash of sweetness to apple slices, applesauce, oatmeal or buttery toast. Months ago, I discovered the shaker atRead the whole post >>
Making Peace With My Body
Like too many women, body angst has been a stubborn companion of mine. I suffered from bulimia and anorexia as a teenager and later had a relapse in college that landed me in counseling for over a year. But even when my clinical eating disorder was reigned in, the scale – instead of my GodRead the whole post >>
What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted?
If the sleepy world of dreams represents the world of the subconscious, then dreamers must be the authors of their own nocturnal fantasies. Nearly seven years ago, I remember waking up one morning with the faint reminiscence of a dream of myself walking on a silver sheet of ice. I’d once read in a dreamRead the whole post >>
Finding Peace in the Eucharist
Each time I prepare myself to receive the Eucharist, I hear a little voice, whispering, “Peace.” It’s not the Holy Spirit invoking wisdom upon me, but instead my 2-year-old daughter Madeline, who refers to communion time as “peace.” As soon as she sees the Eucharistic ministers take their positions throughout the church, she vibrates withRead the whole post >>
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