Why you should tell your story

Tell your story

Several years ago, I was sitting on a couch face to face with a therapist, and I was in the throes of what she termed “my breakdown.” Anxiety and panic had taken over my life. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t make it through a day at work, and had trouble even leaving my house…. Read More

11 ways my kid is just like my dog

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Everett is 10 months old now, and since he started crawling, life has gotten crazy in this house. Our day looks like this: He crawls around, determined to be free and explore every inch of this place. Avery runs around after him swatting at things like a crazed fool yelling, “Stop! Bubby don’t touch that!… Read More

Father’s day

As I perused Facebook absentmindedly this afternoon, I noticed that several friends of mine had changed their profile picture to their wedding photos. It was fun looking back at these brides from years ago, some whose weddings I remember and some whom I didn’t know back then. At first, I thought perhaps it was another… Read More

You are what you weigh…or are you?

I spend a lot of time thinking about and agonizing over how much I weigh. You probably wouldn’t believe how difficult it is for me to admit that. It’s as if I just copped to committing a crime. It feels like such a solitary struggle, but the older I get and the more I understand… Read More

Be brave, my dear

Be Brave

I sent my girl off to her first summer day camp today. That really isn’t a big deal in the big scheme of things, but it felt very big to us. Since Everett was born nine months ago, Avery has been hesitant to have me out of her sight, even for a second. I joke… Read More

Dearest Avery James

Once you’re old enough to read this, you’ll know that this isn’t the first letter I’ve written to you, and it won’t be the last. I hope you’ll know by then that the reason I write to you is so you’ll be able to see yourself through my eyes. I hope it will give you… Read More