When I live in the moment, I see those herons flying overhead.
And I’m right there with them.
Gracefully managing the flight regardless of the baggage I carry.
Welcome. Here I'll share my parenting journey and hope you can connect and relate.
All in Fathers
When I live in the moment, I see those herons flying overhead.
And I’m right there with them.
Gracefully managing the flight regardless of the baggage I carry.
“And it fucking sucks that he doesn’t get to see Ava twirling in her pouffy pink princess costume in front of blooming forsythia.”
I want the world for these children I birthed and raised so far. And clearly, going away and spending time together as our Family awakened this knowledge in me. Something I already strived for, but a deeper sense of it was cracked wide open inside of me.
The delicious life that is created amongst the everyday.
It was a spring morning like this one 12 years ago when my Dad took his last breath.
Reality check in the holiday season
"I stood where my Dad took his last breath. I stood and held you, my growing child and felt your breathing. Your steady, consistent, sleeping breath. I know how fragile life is. And I don't run away from it. You can't. Isolation is more painful than living and loving deeply knowing it can all be gone far sooner than you'd expect, or want, or think. "...
The rhythm is off, and that's okay. Phases come and go.
The highlights are us.
To Emilio, at 5.5 (and more) a letter from Mama.