I learned to write “Done. Not perfect.” at the end of each Field Notes notebook. Those three words remind me that completion—not perfection—is what clears the path for growth.
Remembering September 11: Twenty-Four Years Later
September 11 anniversary–one mother recalls being seven months pregnant during the 9/11 attacks—holding grief, rage, hope, and life at once.
Searching for equanimity
Pages from my notebook on the search for equanimity in the midst of a breast cancer diagnosis.
Holiday Tune-Up
In the midst of rushing around during this joyous holiday season, there’s no better time than now to take pause and check in with what our bodies need.
A Mourning Landmark: 16 Years Ago
Today is a mourning landmark for me because 16 years ago today, my uncle died.
Tuning out the news
Some days I just can’t take reading or hearing the news. I mean how many stories can a person take about #DWIJudge, or #dumb thingstrumpsays, or reality shows, or worse: reality.
Where I need to be
Minutes before the start of my son’s soccer game, I cried. I gasped for breath when I read the news that Michael Patrick Lynch had died. Michael was the Irondequoit teen who was struck by a car while crossing the street on his way to school.
The last sip of summer
The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
