“Comparison is the death of joy.” This quote is attributed to Mark Twain but I first heard it retold by Brené Brown. I think about it a lot. I like to paraphrase it dramatically and say “comparison is where joy GOES TO DIE.” I spend a lot of time, comparing my life to that of… Continue reading Comparison is Where I Go To Die (or A Visit to the Gym)
Three years ago this week we appeared in family court for the first time, after a year and a half of back and forth intimidation without attorneys. Tomorrow I will represent myself before our judge for the tenth time. For the most part, I would say it gets easier all the time. I know what… Continue reading What’s the Saying About Insanity?
I am always so grateful for tentative decisions (a decision based on papers submitted with motions that can be passed as an Order of the Court if the parties accept it). It helps me get an idea of where the judge is on things. I called my mom tonight after reading a tentative decision that… Continue reading Has to be a Typo
In telling part of my story in a very public way for the first time I was able to chip away at some of the paralyzing fear he left me with.
If you have been involved in a relationship with a narcissist the first direction you will receive from all self-help books on the subject of narcissistic abuse is to cut off all contact. If you have left a domestic relationship that was abusive, being subjected to contact with your abuser can trigger anxiety attacks, flashbacks,… Continue reading Bending in the Wind
I know names of three female friends who have been sexually assaulted or raped. Three. It is true that I have always had more male friends than females, but 1 in 5 women have been the victim of a rape. The latest CDC report found that over 40% of all women have experienced other forms… Continue reading Where is OUR Conversation?
In the United States we put so much of our identity on a career. What is the first thing you say to someone at a party? “What do you do?” I am guilty as charged. Our careers take up the vast majority of our lives so they are important. But are they meaningful?
It is easy to point out the faults of others. It is easy to analyze the societal norms and ways in which we perpetrate harm on women as a unit. As a culture. What isn’t easy is admitting that in some way you are part of the problem. It is not easy to admit that… Continue reading Checking Myself
I don’t think I have always been an anxious person. I am a high energy person and have been for as long as I can remember. For most of my adult life, though, I managed to hustle through the day and carve out 45 minutes to journal every night. I did it on minimal caffeine… Continue reading Me and Brené, Cultivating Calm and Stillness
I am in the arena. I live in the arena. I have dared greatly and I have erred greatly.
My Voice. My Vision. 