Sunday Life

I assumed the Zimmerman dress would cut it. I picked it up at the outlet store for $350 but it … [Read more...] about Uncomfortable in my skin

I’m sitting cross-legged before a monk offloading my woes. There’s enough time. I’m here for five … [Read more...] about Embracing Change

The prospect of having a skin cancer dug out of my nose followed by plastic surgery which would … [Read more...] about A friend in need

This time last year a friend remarked that I had just had my very own annus horribilis, a year I’d … [Read more...] about My year of destruction

I started writing to my baby before I knew him. Before I knew he was a him. "Dear baby," I began, … [Read more...] about Why I’m compiling a daily record of my boys’ childhoods

At one point I was juggling my meditation teacher, kinesiologist, hypnotherapist, psychotherapist, … [Read more...] about Self-Help Overload: Abandoning the mad rush to enlightenment

The shower, I find, is the best place to cry. The cascading water drowns out the sound of sobs while … [Read more...] about Crying in front of kids

‘Champagne and Tissues’ they call it at our school, a morning tea (or champagne) for parents of … [Read more...] about Starting School

It was the road trip from hell: 38 degrees outside and in, thanks to malfunctioning air … [Read more...] about Splitsville Etiquette: How To Be Kind To The Separated

No one was more surprised than me when I gave birth to not one but two boys (19 months apart). I was … [Read more...] about Boy, Oh Boy: When Raising Boys Doesn’t Come Naturally