This Thanksgiving, I notice a theme: Letting go. Letting go of expectations – of myself and others. If your life has been feeling heavy lately, this will instantly lighten things up. Trust me – I know this from experience. Letting go of “someday”. One of the most visible ways I’ve done this is clearing my closet of all the clothes I...

September 6 – September 29 is a Mercury Retrograde, which means we’re smack, dab in the middle of it. If you haven’t a clue what a Mercury Retrograde is, read about it here, explained beautifully by my friend, Lisa. If you’d like to know when these periods will occur over the next couple of years – you know…so you can PLAN...

Almost 21 years ago (8 days shy of 21 years ago, to be exact), I became a mother. Of course, I was going to be the best mom ever (weren't we all?!) and my children would listen, do what they were told without argument, understand that I knew what was best for them and thank me for being such a good mom. Yeah - well, one can dream, right? In the years since, I have fucked up just about every way imaginable when it comes to mothering. Big mistakes, little mistakes and all sizes of mistakes in between. And the hell of it is, I'm STILL fucking up on a regular basis. But, I'm ok with my fuck ups, and here's why:

I’d like to say I thought I wouldn’t have to write this post, but I’d be telling you all a whopper. My gut knew, but I knew it would have to go this way for me to be ok with what’s happened. So let me fill you in… Sunday night, Adopted Son called pleading with me to come and pick him up so he could go to school Monday. “You know...

At 3:45pm my phone rang. It was Adopted Son. “Mama! The judge said I HAVE to stay with you and go to school, or he’s sending me back to jail! Can I?” was his opening line. Relief doesn’t begin to describe how I felt just hearing his voice. I knew from Caller ID that he was at his mother’s place. I asked him when he got out. “I just...