Category: Philosophy & Spirituality

Philosophical and spiritual ponderings

12 Things I Hope To Instill In My Child

Aye, newly born parents! How many dreams we have—how much hope, how many preconceived ideas—for that little package of meat steadily chunking out in the nest of mamá! And surely our naïveté far surpasses those parents now on their 2nd, 3rd, 4th child, who have long since discovered that while parenting goals are important, our romantic visions will never be… Read more →

Intuitive Parenting: A Foundational Philosophy That Begins In Pregnancy

Adults without children are notoriously opinionated on the correct methods of parenting. I am among the worst of them. Those opinions can only have a certain amount of validity being as they’ve never been field-tested. But once one becomes pregnant, those philosophies begin to take on substance—even while the guinea pig is still in utero. The best way to become… Read more →

Motherhood: A Burden or Blessing?

Those who’ve known me for years know that for most of my life I’d sworn off having children. You could say it was one of my greatest fears. I’m surely not the only woman who has had a changed of heart, and I don’t think we can simply chalk it up to our biological clocks. So what is it? What… Read more →

A Call to Conversation

Given that the direction of my writing is in the process of changing (moving away from travel and towards bicultural parenting abroad), I recently put the question to my readers: What would you like to read more of on my blog? The response I got from one of them blew me away: she gave me a list of some 17… Read more →

Shape-Shifting: The Identity Crisis of Pregnancy

I’m 18 weeks pregnant. They say my baby is the size of an artichoke. Weird unit of measure. Later, my pregnancy app will tell me it’s the size of a coconut, and then a grapefruit. Either my baby is shrinking, or these app developers don’t know what real, unprocessed fruit looks like. The coconuts in my back yard are 3… Read more →

To Be A Woman

I woke in the night, mouth dry, throat gasping for water (which, in my sleep state, I seemed to think would come from my cell phone, as I fuddled in the bed cracks looking for the electronic device I could drink from). I got up to eat a lozenge and saw the stars beaming through my window. So many stars… Read more →

Chomping At The Bit: When Hidden Anxiety Is Written All Over Your Face

He called it “achievement anxiety” – that thing I suffered from. He was one of the most delusional assholes I ever dated, but he did get that right. Achievement Anxiety: the tension that underlies most moments of the day due to the core belief that in order to be valuable (and loved), one must accomplish a certain undefined number of things… Read more →

Playtime

My family was an active one while I was growing up: hiking, canoeing, skiing, swimming, sports. From first grade through high school I played soccer. By my junior year I was still only on the JV team, occasionally subbing for the varsity team. I didn’t understand how I could have played for 11 years and still not make varsity. Freshman… Read more →

The Most Important Question To Ask Ourselves

I just broke up with Hollywood. Ok, so it wasn’t a bird in the pocket – no official offer had been put on the table. But we were certainly on our way to a long-term relationship – what looked, on the surface, like a dream come true: fame and fortune (relatively speaking), my creation paired with the rich and famous. All… Read more →

Fear: Our Captain Incognito

Fear is a sneaky motherfucker. You think you’ve got everything down. Life is going just the way you planned – maybe even better! You only need to tweak this, and spin that, and…and… And then you realize you’ve been acting like a cowardly asshole. For years. In fact, despite your show of accomplishments – the distances traversed and storms survived… Read more →

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