Not Personal? Like Hell. Bottom Line? So NOT Okay.
All of this happened on a playground, with my children under my feet, and dozens of other caregivers and kids standing witness, their jaws agape. Take it personally? You bet I will.
Why Be Kind? Because This Is My Boy
My mommy-sense prickling the back of my neck, I asked him, “Who is saying these mean things to you, baby?”
“The world, mama. The world tells me that.”
Now What? Be Fierce, Be Kind, Be Positive
Last night, frightened and anxiously seeking security, I wrapped myself in my fuzzy blanket, snuggled up to my husband, and struggled through a night of fitful sleep. This morning, I woke in the quiet of a new day, perhaps a new moment in history. As I so often do, I snapped a photo of the…
A Million Stories in the City: Why Do I Love One About a Cigarette?
Last night my train of thought stopped on a memory from the Leap Day before last. Which is, of course, eight long years ago. Back then I was a thirty-something working woman. A daily commuter. A regular smoker. Just a few of the ways it was a different life entirely. While I am profoundly happy…
Fiercely Letting it Shine
A few nights ago a friend reached out to me, dismayed that as Serendipity I am not shining a light on the real struggles many parents face every day. I fail to talk about the daily grind many face to put food on the table, to carve out quality time with their children, if they…
