Connection, Mental The Harm of Fixers | 5 Types of Well-Meaning People You Encounter When Suffering There are people in your life who only like you when you are shiny and happy. They’re there to celebrate your triumphs. They Nanea Hoffman Posted on March 28, 2019
Essays, Relationships That’s What She Said | The Awesomely Spicy Divorce Playlist Going through a divorce requires its own playlist. I should know. If my divorce was a combination plate, I’d be on the last Kelly Wilson Posted on March 26, 2019
Essays Personal Essays | Two Parallel Lives I am living two parallel lives. I am both happy and sad. My heart is so full, and yet so broken. I look toward the future Guest Author Posted on March 10, 2019
Life “When Death Comes” | A Tribute to Mary Oliver I found out this morning that one of my all-time favorite poets died. Mary Oliver, the badass pen toting poet died. I’m still Jerusha Gray Posted on January 17, 2019
Anxiety Blob, Life, Mental Anxiety Blob | Anxiety Blog: Jumping Back In One of the biggest challenges of living with anxiety is figuring out how to re-enter the world after you’ve been in retreat Nanea Hoffman Posted on January 16, 2019
Culture, Essays She Had Always Known Me: Remembering Poet Ntozake Shange My children have grown accustomed to my grief. Over the years—from the death of my parents and grandparents, aunts and Guest Author Posted on January 3, 2019
Connection, Life, Mental, Self Care Notes from Nanea | Holiday Complexity and the Beauty of Now My dear Sweatpants & Coffee tribe, The house smells of baking and coffee. It’s deliciously quiet, now that I’ve shoved a Nanea Hoffman Posted on December 24, 2018
Mental, Relationships, Self Care That’s What She Said | All I Want for Christmas is to be Made Whole Christmas is hard. Also, that’s what she said. While there are many – quite vocal – people who love the holiday Kelly Wilson Posted on December 19, 2018
Books, Life, Self Care Sweatpants & Soul | Fighting for the Present in the Middle of the Past and Future “…I believed that I was living in the center, but I rarely let my feet rest on solid ground, rooting me in the present… my Emmie Arnold Posted on December 9, 2018
Essays Personal Essays | Caregiver First, Elizabeth Second If you had asked 15-year-old Elizabeth to describe herself with three terms, “caregiver” would have been first. Before Guest Author Posted on November 29, 2018