Category Archives: parenting
The construction site
The other night, the kids are supposed to be asleep when I hear this from their room: “You have babies in your tummy,” says my three-year-old, C, to seven-year-old J. “No I don’t!” “Yes you do!” “No I don’t,” on … Continue reading
Worry Dolls
I wake up from a dream, in which I receive a piece of paper that contains the following sentence: You are one with death. Morbid, I know. But also, beautiful. So, I go meditating on this and an image of … Continue reading
I love your heart
For homework, J is asked to find items around the house that are examples of “translucent, opaque, and transparent.” Panic arises as I start thinking about all the information he is eventually expected to acquire—and it feels like trying to … Continue reading
The seagulls
“I wanna watch mommy play rocks,” C says, making my husband laugh so hard he starts coughing. C is referring to the times I often sit, meditate, and yes “play rocks”—hold in my hands the various healing stones I have … Continue reading
Day after day after day
When people ask me if my kids get along, I feel like there’s no simple way to answer that question. They love each other fiercely, are each other’s funniest comedian, crave each other’s company, but are also each other’s main … Continue reading
To the market
Never turn your back to the ocean, my dad told me when I was about J’s age. He also taught me that sometimes, getting crunched by a wave is inevitable and that there are ways to reduce the pain—letting go, … Continue reading
Kaleidoscope
I was thinking about ouroboros—that image of a snake from ancient Egypt and Greece with its tail in its mouth, continually consuming itself and being reborn from itself, representing wholeness or infinity. For some reason, there’s something claustrophobic about this, … Continue reading
