Where Memories Live

I sat where I sit right now, night after night, at the dining room table that once belonged to our grandmother. We talked. I thought he listened. My words must have sounded hollow. I once again teetered on the brink of losing myself—withdrawing from what I knew I needed in favor of what I thought … Continue reading

Letting My Child Go: A Practice in Saving Me

Yellow buses crawl across the front parking lot, puffing and hissing with each nudge. A mother shuffles her small herd across the sidewalk, smiling and scolding them in turn. Bright headlights wind one after another off the crowded main street, blinking in the early morning light. I crane to watch out the side window as … Continue reading

Communication Addiction

I’m addicted to communication. Communication—email, texts, social media—serves me professionally as a fundraiser and personally as a writer and blogger. Still, I realize my need to interact with others can lead to unhealthy habits. Like perimeter shopping in the grocery store, I’m learning to choose the freshest ideas and communicate in the healthiest ways rather … Continue reading

Divorce and Death: What Was, What Could Have Been

I imagined sitting in a lawyer’s office giving depositions to finalize my divorce would be nothing less than tortuous. Have you been separated for more than a year? Yes. Is there any chance for reconciliation? No. How could such questions—monotonous and unnervingly devoid of emotion—not cause me to collapse in sorrow? Two reasons. These final … Continue reading

I Must Take Care of Me

On hold to make a doctor’s appointment, I listen to the ringtone-quality music, twirl my hair and think about what’s for dinner. “Women spend so much time taking care of others that they often forget to take care of themselves…” I’m sure you’ve heard it. Trying to make a doctor’s appointment while sending an email … Continue reading

Fellow Warriors in the Battle for Yourself

Sitting across from her with over-sized salads and ice water between us, I can tell how much stronger she is than when we first met two years ago. She’s in the process of selling the house she shared with her husband of 23 years, buying a townhouse in Richmond, and completing graduate school to get … Continue reading

Saying No Hurts So Good

Straight-backed and attentive, I sit in the trendy conference room chair where I’ve been perched for the last two hours, reviewing slide by meticulous slide of the presentation I revised just yesterday. She turns to me, the frustratingly perfect new VP who conquered the world at the age of 36 and continues to climb to … Continue reading