During the covid quarantine I suppressed my fear with a gratitude practice.

their stories that are mine, that are yours. 

tuesday morning as we drive to school,

the moon shone almost as big and brightly as the sun.

Her daddy has spent every Saturday since March, taking her and her brother fishing and adventuring around this sweet city we call home.

The kids teach me how to balance effort with ease, to do my very best for them and then let it be.

Franklin once described his classmate to me, and said, "the boy with brown skin".

On Mother’s Day, my mom told me, my daughter, Cecilia, reminds her of me when I was little. She told me after I asked her. “Mom, does Cecilia remind you of me? Like when I was little?”

When he was born, I barely slept. On most early mornings I would lie open hearted, wide eyed, awake in awe of how much light his tiny body radiated…

I gifted myself respite from the incessant demands of motherhood, and landed at my first Yoga Teacher Training when the kids were little. Little like “2 under 2”, the overwhelmed mother of “2 under 2” whispers to strangers who ask their ages, “2 under 2” she only feels, she only knows…