What a perfect afternoon. An afternoon to remind me of the power of one-on-one time. Of observation and connection. Of…
Fuckup Nights for Parents
There’s this global movement in the business world called Fuckup Nights that I think is brilliant. Along with being generally hilarious, the stories tend to be quite inspiring. Largely because the people who have the humility to be able to get up in front of a crowd of people and say, “yep, I fucked up.” So how about Fuckup Nights for Parents?
On Tiredness
When I was first learning to meditate, I remember feeling so left out of this tiredness thing that the teachers were always speaking about. Now, some 7 years later, I’m a fucking tiredness master.
It’s Been 4 Years Since My Last Drink
I didn’t know it would be my last drink at the time. It was a fun night, a spontaneous party…
An Epic Toddler Meltdown That Made Total Sense
The trip from Tel Aviv to Sydney was long – 31 hours door-to-door. It’s full-on for an adult, let alone for…
The Ongoing Panic Attack of Parenting
Wow, some days parenting just feels so huge and heavy. Does everyone else feel like this too? Weighed down by the…
When Savasana Smells Like Pee
My yoga teacher, like most yoga teachers, is always going on about how five minutes of savasana is equal to…
Motherhood and Judgy-ness
I’ve been trying to write this post all week, about how being a mother has taught me not to be…
Seriously, All I Had to Do Was Ask?
This afternoon started out pretty much the same as yesterday afternoon – with whining and tears and ridiculously illogical arguments…
A Quick Thank You Note to the Flu
“It’s like he’s got it written on his forehead: FLU. The pink cheeks, the runny eyes, the high fever.” That…
