When I was a child the littoral zone was an exciting realm of wonderment. The space where periwinkles were fleeting. Where you could jump over the foamy edges of the lapping waves or race to avoid wet toes. It’s a universe in a moment. Metaphorically, the littoral zone has been tugging at my mind as … Continue reading Littoral Zone: The Space Where Ocean Meets Sand
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The Imperfect Sandwich
My generation is in what’s often called the sandwich generation. Stuck between the responsibilities of parenting our children and taking care of our parents. It’s an imperfect metaphor though because I’m not so much the meat in the middle as I am the bread that’s holding it all together. If I dig a bit further … Continue reading The Imperfect Sandwich
Parenting from the Middle
I went into labor at 1am mid a multi-day international conference. Afterwards, a wise old colleague told me 'she's your legacy now.' I didn't fully understand those words at the time...
Between Restlessness and Rest
When I was growing up, my mom tried on identities like new wardrobes. There was "muffin mom" who wore twinsets and pearls and baked goods from a newly purchased "Muffins and More" cookbook. She only lasted a few weeks, but we all have fond memories of this one.
Between Home and Away 