WriteOut of Her Mind

I am a recent convert to the benefits of daily meditation practice.

I know I’ve convinced you that I have it all together (pretend I have convinced you). Check marks in all the check boxes. Ducks in a row. Balanced mind. Balanced bank account. Clean floors and countertops. Career on point. Rock solid marriage. Mother of the year. A regular Susie Sunshine.

You’re so vain. You probably think this column is about you, don’t you? Don’t you? Well,…

You know those mornings where you wonder if your life is actually a sitcom?

It is said that in romantic relationships, you should allow yourself to be vulnerable with one another. Open your heart. Establish trust and maintain honesty.

This weekend is a perfect storm for couples: Valentine’s Day, Family Day and thus, a long weekend in what feels like an eternity – together - in lockdown.

I don’t know how I did it. I wasn’t doing anything outrageous or fun, because I cannot remember the last time I did anything outrageous or fun.

I never thought I’d be throwing a special dinner for something like a vaccination, but I did – and yes, there was cake.

I cannot tell you how old my mother, Lynda, turned on her birthday last week. It’s not that I…

I love my job, but it should come as no surprise that I have several fantasy careers that have yet to come to fruition. Some for reasons that are self-explanatory; others we will blame on my spouse’s failure to support my dreams.

This weekend, I’m driving my son back to college in a city a few hours away, where the COVID-19…

So long, 2020. Buh-bye. Ciao. Hosta la vista, baby. But before you go, one last thing (I always like to get the last word): thank you, 2020, for lessons that I didn’t know I needed and the wake-up call that has forever changed my perspective on who and what matters.

It took two weeks to decorate our Christmas tree. Two weeks. The beautiful lush fir tree stood straight and firm in the corner of the living room in its sand pail, patiently waiting for its holiday dressing, but I couldn’t do it.

Santa, I am writing to you because I know this year I won’t be allowed to see you in person to…

One of the best things to come of this mucked up merry season is that it has really brought forth the luxury of staying home for the holidays, of shopping local and being grateful for where I live.