Category: children

children, choices, confidence, conscious living, cosmetics, daughters, different, endurance, family, fears, feminism, inspiration, judgment, make up, masks, mothers, self worth, vulnerability

the skin i’m in

As I edged my way towards my teen years, Helen Reddy’s song, “I Am Woman”, was adopted as the anthem of the Women’s Lib movement, catapulting it to  the top of the music charts. This conflagration of events ignited my mother’s rebellion against my father’s restrictions. The irony of my mother's name being 'Helen' here … Continue reading the skin i’m in

Bernays, children, choices, conscious living, different, fears, judgment, make up, manipulation, masks, noticing, secrets, self esteem, self worth, shame, vulnerability

unacceptable

I didn't count on this showing up. If I did, I might not have done it. Maybe it’s best that I didn’t know. I might have chickened out. I’ve done it before, you know. What began as an experiment — immersing myself in being fully visible, without a mask to hide behind by way of … Continue reading unacceptable

celebration, children, choices, chunkin it, dance, endurance, gratitude, happy, inspiration, joy, muse, noticing, vulnerability, writing

not-so-small victory

Much of what I’ve read over the years about successfully completing long-term projects, whether work-related or something as personal as a diet, is to take breaks and reward yourself for progress made. In a word: celebrate small victories. I taught my kids to break tasks into smaller pieces when overwhelmed by a homework assignment or … Continue reading not-so-small victory

children, choices, conscious living, depression, family, mental illness, shame, vulnerability, writing

from exile to emergence

There were no locks on the interior doors of my childhood home. Our family of six lived in a tiny two-bedroom house on the edge of Brooklyn in what had been a beach community of bungalows until the soldiers returned from WWII to settle down. The only privacy I had in that house full of … Continue reading from exile to emergence

children, choices, conscious living, different, family, fears, mental illness, secrets, vulnerability, writing

don’t sweat it . . .

While this exercise in blogging feels a lot like navel gazing, when I go deeper into it, there is more … so very much more. My ability and willingness to be vulnerable and authentic makes navel gazing seem more acceptable, even if self serving and boring from outwards appearances. Call it what you will — … Continue reading don’t sweat it . . .