Losing Alex
I still remember it like it was yesterday. The crisp January air stung my face as I hurried across the Lubbock Christian University campus, my mind abuzz. The 2010 Spring [...]
grief
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 love it when you’re grateful and full of joy. [...]
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 taco, nothing left on my plate but a smattering [...]
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 with both hope and dread. [...]
“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 processing and my heart is in shock. Her work [...]
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 mode. You know that feeling, say, when you’ve [...]
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 uncles, a beloved cousin, to those of schoolmates [...]
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 bag of still-warm cookies into my [...]
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 season, with the lights and baking and [...]
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 mind hummed with possible futures. Always. If [...]
