When I was nine years old, I used to love to climb trees. I would venture into the woods behind my house and find the tallest red oak, using all the strength in my budding muscles to pull myself up, limb by limb until I reached what I thought, was heaven. I would look down upon the world through the eyes of an omniscient narrator, the creator of my own fairy tale, devoid of princes and princesses. I was never the damsel in distress, but instead, I had the strength of Jaime Sommers, the…Continue
Mothering With Meditation
Before I had my first child, my sister imparted me with some sage words of advice that I carried with me throughout my journey of motherhood. She told me that one of the most important jobs of being a parent is to discipline without crushing the spirit of your children. We were raised in a…Continue
This past Sunday was an ideal California day. The sun shone brilliantly, warming the city below, causing locals and tourists alike to shed their parkas and Uggs. While the people of LA were out cavorting in the calm weather, I was at home nursing my emotional wounds. The past week had been a tough one, exhausting me so badly, even the sun couldn't heal me with its embrace.
When my friend called me to come visit her down the coast for the day, my first intention was to say no. …Continue
My daughter has been obsessed with death lately. On the eve of her 11th birthday, she cried in my arms, voicing her fears about growing old and dying, not wanting to go close her eyes and awaken the next morning a year older. I wasn't sure what to tell her, I didn't have a firm answer. I explained what I believed in my heart to be true; that when we die, we go to a place much more fantastical than this and are joined by our long lost loved ones. "I'll be there waiting for you, I…Continue