Category Archives: creativity

Letting myself hate you let me love you

I am so very honored to have Hayley Lau here today. This guest post is very important to me. It is a shining example of Permission-Based Healing, though I don’t claim to say that Hayley was influenced by my work when she wrote it. In her courage, Hayley is one of the deepest writers I know. She…

Forced Gratitude Tastes Like Guilt (and a permission slip ritual)

This post is dedicated to Amy B. I am stroking your hair and sending adoption papers Godspeed your way. Forced Gratitude Tastes Like Guilt Now that’s a title for a Thanksgiving post, isn’t it? As a mother recovering from anxiety and depression, there are plenty of moments where I  have zero access to the truckloads…

The PPD Kooky Jar

This is an old post, now new and improved, revisited for two reasons: one, my neck issues are making it hard to write new posts these days. But more importantly, I wrote this in November 2010, when my blog was still a baby. Chances are you’ve never seen this before, and kookys taste much better…

And I’m going to be 40?!?

Remember this? It’s almost as good as “I’ll have what she’s having.” And much closer to home. I remember being 32 and feeling like Sally felt about 40, despite the fact I was married to a wonderful man and was pregnant with my first child. And today, I’m exactly one month away from this dreaded…

Yummy Toes

After I finished writing a hard post about the hell of not bonding with baby.  Then I felt a strong need to come up with something light. I poked around some of my friends’ blogs and was inspired by Kimberly’s foot fetish post . Just what I needed. Seven years ago I started singing this…

Category Archives: creativity

Letting myself hate you let me love you

I am so very honored to have Hayley Lau here today. This guest post is very important to me. It is a shining example of Permission-Based Healing, though I don’t claim to say that Hayley was influenced by my work when she wrote it. In her courage, Hayley is one of the deepest writers I know. She…

Forced Gratitude Tastes Like Guilt (and a permission slip ritual)

This post is dedicated to Amy B. I am stroking your hair and sending adoption papers Godspeed your way. Forced Gratitude Tastes Like Guilt Now that’s a title for a Thanksgiving post, isn’t it? As a mother recovering from anxiety and depression, there are plenty of moments where I  have zero access to the truckloads…

The PPD Kooky Jar

This is an old post, now new and improved, revisited for two reasons: one, my neck issues are making it hard to write new posts these days. But more importantly, I wrote this in November 2010, when my blog was still a baby. Chances are you’ve never seen this before, and kookys taste much better…

And I’m going to be 40?!?

Remember this? It’s almost as good as “I’ll have what she’s having.” And much closer to home. I remember being 32 and feeling like Sally felt about 40, despite the fact I was married to a wonderful man and was pregnant with my first child. And today, I’m exactly one month away from this dreaded…

Yummy Toes

After I finished writing a hard post about the hell of not bonding with baby.  Then I felt a strong need to come up with something light. I poked around some of my friends’ blogs and was inspired by Kimberly’s foot fetish post . Just what I needed. Seven years ago I started singing this…