I wrote this piece for Tiny Buddha, where it was originally published. The first time my kids saw me truly cry was Christmas of 2021. My oldest was sixteen and my youngest was twelve. They had just opened their presents. It should have been a...
Originally published in Elephant Journal Anger and rage tend to get a bad reputation—especially when they live in women's bodies . Many of us learn early that anger makes us unlikable, unstable, or unsafe. As little girls, we're taught to soften it or swallow it...
There’s a feeling I’ve had for most of my life — a feeling that connection lived outside of me. Like it was in other people. In relationships. In whether someone stayed, or chose me, or didn’t pull away. And for a long time, I thought...
Awhile back, I wrote about the loneliness of loving an avoidant partner —the quiet ache of being close to someone who can't quite meet you there. This blog is about the version that's hardest to leave. Not the partner who is clearly unavailable. Not the...