Category Archives: Trust

The Woman who Mothered me.

Mati is my miracle. Today is her birthday.  This is my story (and I’m sticking to it): After my birth-mother lost her life to postpartum depression when I was 6, she went up to heaven and searched for the best step-mother ever. Mina found Mati. She sent Mati to us, and we all fell in…

Imperfect at BlogHer

I’m on the bus to NYC. I’m going to BlogHer. The mother of all blogging conferences. It’s my first time going to something like this. And I’m nervous. And despite my best efforts, so much of what was supposed to happen before I go, didn’t. I wanted to get a haircut before I go. I…

Victims, Victors, and Classes

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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…

His Pain + My Pain = No SpeakEasy call.

I’m sorry to say that I will not be able to hold the PPD SpeakEasy support phone chat that was scheduled for this coming Tuesday.  DH and I are both dealing with spinal ouches. His pain is much greater than mine. ‎3 days ago he herniated disc in his lower back. Recovery time is a total…

It’s February, Got Self Love? (words of wisdom from Jaya the Trust Coach)

My dear friend Jaya works with people on living life from a loving stance of unwavering trust. I worked with her a couple of years ago and she helped me with my relationship with my husband. What I learned from her helped me fight less: fewer fights with him, and more importantly, fewer fights with myself. Jaya writes…

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…

Overwhelmed Central

Writing this post in bed, with the intention of making sure that you all know that tomorrow’s #PPDSpeakEasy call is cancelled, and explaining why: Last week was hard on a lot of people in the #ppd community. In response, I called an emergency PPD Speakeasy phone chat that was like a comfort camp. It was sweet…

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…

Category Archives: Trust

The Woman who Mothered me.

Mati is my miracle. Today is her birthday.  This is my story (and I’m sticking to it): After my birth-mother lost her life to postpartum depression when I was 6, she went up to heaven and searched for the best step-mother ever. Mina found Mati. She sent Mati to us, and we all fell in…

Imperfect at BlogHer

I’m on the bus to NYC. I’m going to BlogHer. The mother of all blogging conferences. It’s my first time going to something like this. And I’m nervous. And despite my best efforts, so much of what was supposed to happen before I go, didn’t. I wanted to get a haircut before I go. I…

Victims, Victors, and Classes

victor

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…

His Pain + My Pain = No SpeakEasy call.

I’m sorry to say that I will not be able to hold the PPD SpeakEasy support phone chat that was scheduled for this coming Tuesday.  DH and I are both dealing with spinal ouches. His pain is much greater than mine. ‎3 days ago he herniated disc in his lower back. Recovery time is a total…

It’s February, Got Self Love? (words of wisdom from Jaya the Trust Coach)

My dear friend Jaya works with people on living life from a loving stance of unwavering trust. I worked with her a couple of years ago and she helped me with my relationship with my husband. What I learned from her helped me fight less: fewer fights with him, and more importantly, fewer fights with myself. Jaya writes…

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…

Overwhelmed Central

Writing this post in bed, with the intention of making sure that you all know that tomorrow’s #PPDSpeakEasy call is cancelled, and explaining why: Last week was hard on a lot of people in the #ppd community. In response, I called an emergency PPD Speakeasy phone chat that was like a comfort camp. It was sweet…

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…