Category Archives: Fear

Victims, Victors, and Classes

Before we delve into this juicy post, please note this schedule change: The monthly Ithaca Mothers Support Group meetings are moving from the first Tuesday of the month to the first Thursday of the month. Our next meeting is this Thursday June 7th, at 12:30-1:30pm. More details here. – – – Does motherhood make you…

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…

Instead of resolutions: a Permission Slip to Slip.

And the the giveaway winner is: Laura. Hugs to all who didn’t win this time, more chances coming soon. This post is dedicated to my beloved #ppdchat friends. I’ve been so consumed  with creating events and classes here in Ithaca, that I’ve been rather absent on twitter. I miss you all, I’ll be back soon….

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…

Special #PPDSpeakEasy comfort camp

WTF world? Why so much pain? Too many people I love, most of them mothers, especially #ppdchat moms, are having a particularly hard time this week. I don’t usually use the F word here, not even as a letter. But something is going on. Is Mercury in retrograde? Are there storms on the sun? This isn’t funny….

My comfort zone at 40 and 1 year.

My birth mom never made it to 30. My beloved second mom is in her sixties, and makes it look very good. My over-40 friends make it clear that it’s a really good club to be joining. I am done freaking out about turning 40, and just in time. I’m going to be 40 in 2 hours. As…

On Fighting the Pain in the Neck.

I’m in pain. Because my neck has been acting up. And because I’m getting old. I don’t like pain. Not one bit. And I’m a wuss. And I’m talking major pain. I mean, I’ve had neck and back pain before. This is a completely different order of magnitude. This is scary. My first inclination is to fight. Fight…

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…

A Song for Pam

This post is dedicated to the lovely and amazing Pamela Gold of http://www.spermiestyle.com/  With all the love in the world.  My dear friend, I can’t get you out of my head. I worry for you. And for all who love you. And there are many, so many of us. Becuase you shine. Because you are unable to…

This I Believe

Not exactly a manifesto, call this a mommy-festo if you will, here is what I believe with all of my heart and soul: About Motherhood Motherhood is the hardest job on the planet. Even if you climbed Mt. Everest, motherhood will challenge you more than the tallest peaks. Miraculously, unbelievably, (thankfully!) this is somehow all worth it. But why,…

Category Archives: Fear

Victims, Victors, and Classes

Before we delve into this juicy post, please note this schedule change: The monthly Ithaca Mothers Support Group meetings are moving from the first Tuesday of the month to the first Thursday of the month. Our next meeting is this Thursday June 7th, at 12:30-1:30pm. More details here. – – – Does motherhood make you…

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…

Instead of resolutions: a Permission Slip to Slip.

And the the giveaway winner is: Laura. Hugs to all who didn’t win this time, more chances coming soon. This post is dedicated to my beloved #ppdchat friends. I’ve been so consumed  with creating events and classes here in Ithaca, that I’ve been rather absent on twitter. I miss you all, I’ll be back soon….

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…

Special #PPDSpeakEasy comfort camp

WTF world? Why so much pain? Too many people I love, most of them mothers, especially #ppdchat moms, are having a particularly hard time this week. I don’t usually use the F word here, not even as a letter. But something is going on. Is Mercury in retrograde? Are there storms on the sun? This isn’t funny….

My comfort zone at 40 and 1 year.

My birth mom never made it to 30. My beloved second mom is in her sixties, and makes it look very good. My over-40 friends make it clear that it’s a really good club to be joining. I am done freaking out about turning 40, and just in time. I’m going to be 40 in 2 hours. As…

On Fighting the Pain in the Neck.

I’m in pain. Because my neck has been acting up. And because I’m getting old. I don’t like pain. Not one bit. And I’m a wuss. And I’m talking major pain. I mean, I’ve had neck and back pain before. This is a completely different order of magnitude. This is scary. My first inclination is to fight. Fight…

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…

A Song for Pam

This post is dedicated to the lovely and amazing Pamela Gold of http://www.spermiestyle.com/  With all the love in the world.  My dear friend, I can’t get you out of my head. I worry for you. And for all who love you. And there are many, so many of us. Becuase you shine. Because you are unable to…

This I Believe

Not exactly a manifesto, call this a mommy-festo if you will, here is what I believe with all of my heart and soul: About Motherhood Motherhood is the hardest job on the planet. Even if you climbed Mt. Everest, motherhood will challenge you more than the tallest peaks. Miraculously, unbelievably, (thankfully!) this is somehow all worth it. But why,…