Category Archives: PB&J Blog

I am so deeply grateful to find you here and to do this work that has unfolded for me. It is a joy and a blessing to me, and I have discovered it can be for you as well. There has never been a time in my life in which I wasn’t deeply aware ofContinue reading “My Story”

It’s the little things that are missed most of all when someone you love is gone.  The sound of their laughter….the whiff of their particular scent….the jingle of their keys at the door….the sideways glance that communicates volumes….the phone ringtone you set just for their calls.  So many, many little things. I can get throughContinue reading “Here in My Hand”

For the mother to be… For the mother brand new… For the mother whose children are grown and dispersed… For the mother whose child will ever be with her… For the mother who was to be and is not… For the mother parenting undesired… For the mother whose heart is in heaven… For the motherContinue reading “Mothering”

The clocks changed again…or rather, we consciously chose to change the clocks and hurl ourselves en masse into a collective future.  It’s a dubious endeavor, this changing of the clocks.  No one particularly cares for the actual act of the shift.  But the ongoing effects are generally appreciated.  Longer days, we say.  Of course, the span of daylight is exactlyContinue reading “Spring Forward”

There are moments in this life that we collectively know as sacred…births and unions and momentous rites of passage.  We honor and celebrate them, and they are steeped in a joy shared and spread. I didn’t know until recently how sacred the passage that is death is as well.  Indeed, it is the most hallowed space I’veContinue reading “Grateful”

I had a dream last night. I dreamed I was on a competition reality show where all the contestants dreamt. Mary Berry judged them on the value of their dreaming. You know—was it a fully baked dream? I got voted out because my dream just didn’t hold up. Probably needed a little more proofing. OrContinue reading “Dreaming”

It is unbearable of late.  And yet I’m bearing it.  I’m breathing and thinking and being, but I’m not sure how. Everyone said…the mothers who know said…that the anniversary will be unbearable.  They knew what they were talking about, of course. I’m not gonna lie….I’ve been in intense pain these past few weeks. The anniversaryContinue reading “A Message from the Abyss”

I grew up when my son was born. There is nothing like a person being fully dependent on you—their physical, psychological, and emotional being—to get you out of yourself and into an adult, other-centric state of mind. Or not, I suppose. But I chose the grow-up side of things. And as hard as it was,Continue reading “Waving Still”

The last election before he passed, Kenny and I both dropped our mail-in ballots at the polling place and met for lunch. We talked over our votes, society, and the power, insight, and passion within his generation. He felt very proud to be among such a progressive group of peers, and while troubled by theContinue reading “Our Duet”