The first time I heard a song from Sleeping At Last (the moniker of singer-songwriter, producer, and composer Ryan O’Neal) it was like falling in love with music all over again (I wrote a little about that first song here). I can’t explain it, but I feel such a connection with everything about his work—from the lyrics to the melody, the best word to describe it is transcendence. Continue reading
One of my favorite things about Facebook is how I can scroll through my news feed on an ordinary day and unexpectedly come across something extraordinary. As I’m sure you know by now, when that happens I like to share it here. The other day I came across one such extraordinary video and I hope you’ll love it just as much as I do. Continue reading
The news of Robin Williams’ death hit me hard. I just couldn’t believe that a talent like his was lost to the world forever; I couldn’t believe he was actually gone. It was the day before my son’s first birthday and it felt like losing a loved one. He was a brilliant man with a singular gift for making all of us feel like he was a close friend, not just another face on a screen. Continue reading
I will never forget the moment I first held my son in my arms. It seemed like time slowed down after a whirlwind of a day. I looked at his scrunched-up little face in wonder, trying to see who he looked like. I took in the surreal moment and just snuggled up to him, glad to be through with the work of labor. I can say for a fact that I fell in love with him. He was perfect. Continue reading
(This post was previously published on Simply Brightside.)
I can’t say enough how much I love this video and the positive body image message it portrays. I love this message so, so much, but it has taken me years to internalize it. I think the change really broke through when I became a mom and I had to realize that the babe doesn’t see the makeup… he doesn’t see my size… he doesn’t realize yet how awkward I can be. And whether or when he finally does see those things someday will be greatly determined by whether or not I allow myself to just be myself, and whether I teach him it’s okay for him to do that as well. Continue reading
Witty & Bright 