Revolution from Home

The past six months have been among the wildest, most destabilizing and disorienting of my life. Helene was a giant, life changing part of that, but becoming an empty nester? That’s been a hurricane on the inside.
Trees down (not a single daughter left standing in my home), grief and bewilderment flooding my senses, uncertainty and heartbreak everywhere I turn, and the sudden need to reassess my resources and find new sources of (emotional) safety....

Modern motherhood is mind-meltingly paradoxical, no matter the ages of your kids or the season you’re navigating.
One of the places I see this paradox playing out in super confusing ways for parents is at the intersection of letting them see our humanity but not so much that we stress them out, parentify them, or cause them to feel unsafe....

When I first got divorced (after 18 years of marriage), and I felt disoriented and unmoored like never before, I suddenly started making rules for myself. The one I remember most clearly was:
“I won’t even think about dating for at least nine months and until I’ve finished writing my book.”...

I struggled with perfectionism in a pretty big way for the first thirty years of my life.
It wasn’t the kind of perfectionism rooted in looking perfect or coming across as flawless or super put-together. It was about getting things “right” so as not to cause harm to people or the planet....