Here’s your quick rundown of the 2021 Emmy red carpet fashion!
All Roads lead back to her.
Eight years later, life after you lose your Mom.
We grow a little and our tastes change.
We’re not who we once were and that’s not only ok – it’s a good thing. We grow and we change and there’s room here for all we become.
2021 Golden Globes Fashion Recap, sort-of…
The 2021 Golden Globes happened… I wrote about it.
Vivienne is now a decade old.
She BURST out of her room BEYOND thrilled on the morning of January 24th. For some reason, and she couldn’t explain it, she just felt… different. I think it was the double digits. Vivienne Kate, the human who made our…
The rainbow, the rose, the friend.
I was wondering today if it would ever be possible for the calendar to announce my Mom’s birthday, January 25th — Christmas in January — without the bottom dropping out. Without my heart aching.
O Holy Night is life.
The O Holy Night lyrics get me every year. I cry. Usually, it’s these words that resonate…
Why I took a break from Instagram.
What started as a simple 3-week fast morphed into just the breath of fresh air that I needed. Here’s why I took a break from Instagram.
On Grief. Seven Years Later.
As it turns out, grief is a normal part of life. It’s our job to sit with it. Today marks 7 years since my Mom was last alive. I wrote about it.
There’s something about him.
It’s just so easy to celebrate this guy. Happy Birthday, Craig!
Lila turned 11.
…and just like that my baby turned a decade plus one.
Bearing witness.
To bear witness. To hold space. To not avert our eyes. To speak up. To examine ourselves. To act.
It’s time, friends. It’s time.
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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