Dear toddler: Wherever your head rests, it will rest in love

The preach:  Forget perceptions. Keep it real. The practice: Dear baby boy, I pulled your polka dot shade down tonight as we sang Twinkle Twinkle and, honestly, it felt like I was moving a mountain. Because, my little one, we are moving. And it’s a heavy, heavy load. Tonight is the last time I will […]

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What an avocado taught me about mindfulness

The preach: When you’re losing your mind(ful), slow the EFF down The pratice:  I immediately wake up moody. Nothing in particular has happened yet, and although I haven’t slept well in weeks, that’s really not a great reason to bite heads off at 7am. He looks at me and offers a suggestion: “Be mindful,” and […]

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To the man I choose to love, and leave

Dear Husband: You’ve given me about a million reasons to walk away, in the words of Lady Gaga. My one reason to stay—our son—may be a big one, but it’s the wrong one. We got here because we screwed up. Yeah, you royally screwed up, but if I’m going to be painfully honest, there were […]

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March to the beat of your chunky inner Cupid

The preach Choose love, even at 5:22am The practice It’s Valentine’s Day today. A day earmarked for love and romance and kindness and chocolate and roses and wishful thinking. A week or so ago, I was featured in a Hartford Magazine piece called “Valentine’s Day Survival Guide” and my words about self-care and self-love now […]

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Trumped by a toddler

We had gotten to a point where we couldn’t seem to agree on anything anymore. I longed for the time when we were so in sync, just flowing effortlessly through our days in perfect harmony. We were madly in love. Two peas in a pod. Peanut butter and jelly. Bonnie and Clyde. And then… he […]

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The harsh realities of the mommy all-nighter

He’s sick. Again. This time, it starts off as a mild fever—teething perhaps—but quickly turns into something more. Spots on throat. Rash on face. His temperature soars to 102, 103, 104. “Mamaaaaaaa” beckons the owl-shaped monitor on my nightstand. I strap on my furry candy-stripe robe, toss my greasy hair into a scrunchie and get […]

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Finding light in the darkness of death

Shopping was done. Decorations had been up for weeks. Gifts were finally wrapped and ready to be torn into. I was nestled all snug in my bed ready to enjoy the peaceful slumber of a silent winter’s night. At 2 a.m., that peaceful slumber came to an abrupt halt when the phone rang. I buried […]

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