June 11th

Today is my biological father’s birthday. I just remembered. But, here’s the thing. I have seen him twice since I was eighteen. I’m forty-seven. Even though I have only seen him twice in decades, I have thought of him a million times over.

In my early twenties I would fantasize about a reunion and a fulfilling father-daughter relationship. I craved a happy ending. My heart was broken.

Today, I reflect on how this relationship (or lack of to be more premise) has impacted my life. I am reminded of it’s influence often in my need to be validated and in my deep seated fear of rejection. I have consciously sought to heal these parts of myself.

I am struck by a unexpected gift this morning. A revelation of sorts. Through the pain that this abandonment has caused me, I have gained not just wisdom but something else. Something so empowering that it has brought me so much peace throughout my adult years.

The ability to accept people as they are. The conviction that you can hold someone in your heart, but not in your life. The realization that generally people are as they are and any fantasy about changing them to your liking and comfort is a misguided expenditure of your energy.

Instead, hold space for them, wish them healing and live your life…with or without them. Ultimately it is you that decides how you allow others to show up for you if at all.

Life is messy and complicated, but I can do without the shackles from the pain in my past. Most importantly, I am worthy of the love I give…now, all those yesterdays (sorry little me) and every day moving forward. I am giving that to myself today, June 11th.


A year that has taken so much from all of us. I do not want to focus on that because there would be so few words left to write about the void that has been felt by each of us. We have been challenged to choose in these 365 days how it would define us. That decision gets exhausting at times. There are moments, like this one, that all there is left is pure and unaltered honesty.

For me, exploring this sentiment fills some of that void.

Most New Year’s I am inspired to transpire with the universe. Today, I simply hope it does not forsake me. 2021 brought to me the deep seated realization that some things simply and plainly…suck. Maybe, that is truly what acceptance is all about. This was a harsh realization but necessary for my preservation.

I am still tempted to share all the moments I have risen to the occasion, especially in 2021. An example of the resilience I have demonstrated throughout my life. But I pause.

Why must I?

With this raw acceptance comes the realization that I am worthy too. Not just parts of me, but all of me. The parts that have been celebrated and valued, but also the parts that are still growing and “flawed.” I no longer need to justify any of them.

Neither does 2021. It was what it was.

In the depths that was 2021, I discovered that worth is not something to be displayed or paraded, but rather something that is experienced and felt.

For all that was lost in this past year, 2021 has safely led me back to myself. I am proud that I am able to continue to show up as her in 2022.

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On Loss

Stillness speaks; indiscreet, as it may.

The air becomes dense as it burrows within my chest; my heart now in disarray.

In an instant, I can almost sense all there was left to say.

I slowly rise from his chair, living with the memories for yet another day.

It is silent, yet in these moments there is a lifetime on display.


Nothing is as it seems;

I have been living as if a dream.

How could it ever be the same

smiling despite this pain?

I have been a fool.

This world can be so cruel.

You may be right.

All birds do fly out of sight.

Just as for a second I thought,

love would always be my light.


I walk around with a broken heart.

Others cannot see;

the windows are dark.

Some days, I want to scream from a mountaintop.

No one is even there to tell me to stop.

Honestly, I want to punch a wall.

To my knees I’d fall.

Helpless, not hopeless.

But…do we ever really know how it will end?

I don’t think so, my friend.

Win the day,

that is what I say because that is the only way.

Not to lose my mind,

What else would I find.

A bottomless pit,

In which to sit.

For this; I will NEVER quit.

Insights from 2020; not all was lost.

In the uncertainty of the past few months, some things did become more certain.  For that, I am grateful.

  • You are not required to be accessible to everyone.  It is not selfish to prioritize your peace.
  • Cultivating and maintaining boundaries around your space, time and relationships is a self-care/self-love practice.
  • The ego will always slip in the back door.  Do not shame it.  In order to usher it back out, you must be open to listening to what it has to say.
  • It is you alone that holds the potential to thrive and fulfill your dreams and passions or to stay where you are.  The energy expended is the same.
  • Fears can either keep you stuck or motivate you to grow and create.  They can become a powerful catalyst, while it is only you that is the alchemist.
  • The mind believes what you tell it.  It simply is a construct of your perceptions and beliefs. Choose wisely; are your thoughts focused on scarcity or on abundance?
  • You have all the potential in the world or none at all depending on which sentiment just garnered your focus.

       Lastly, my new favorite quote on potential:

“For it’s during our expectant hours-those hours that might once have been called ‘idle’-that we are most pregnant with our potential.”   (S.B. Breathnach)




Pandemic 2020

April 21sth, 2020

“Still” Here 


Cloaked in uncertainty, this day has brought to me and nothing is sure to be.

Except, perhaps, that time has passed just as carelessly.

As the drops that now escape the sky, have no place left to flee

Neither do we know for certain, but our breath leaves us just as faithfully.

Pandemic 2020; Uncertainty

March 26th, 2020


One emotion to describe our present times, uncertainty.  Each day, perhaps, revealing more uncertainty. Uncertainty can cause us all to unravel.  To grope, to claw at what we do not know and to plead for answers.  The unknown can feel so scary, I know.  That sensation of falling, spinning and not knowing when and how you will land.  Some will respond with anger, some with despair and some will cling to an illusion of control. Ah, yes control.  That is a phenomenon for another day.


I have developed an intimate relationship with uncertainty in my life.  I can fully appreciate that now.  Overcoming the uncertainties in my life since I was young, is helping me to be strong now.  No, not strong in every second of every day, but overall…yes.


When it hits me, I recognize it almost immediately.  The sensations in my body.  My mind scattered.  I walk to a window, lean my forehead on the cold glass and gaze outside.  The cold feels refreshing on my skin.  I have done this since I can remember.  In fact, it is one of my first memories as a child.  I watch the trees, one or two leaves even, and how they sway in the breeze.  I focus my attention on nature.  I breathe deeply and give myself space to feel.  I do not judge it.  I am not ashamed.  I am a human and a resilient soul.


Uncertainty in my life has been not knowing if I will ever see a loved one again.  It is not knowing if I will be abandoned again.  It is experiencing two divorces by the time I was eighteen.  It is witnessing firsthand the grip of significant mental illness on my loved ones.  It is enduring loss and not knowing how I will cope.  But, somehow, I always did.  And, so have you endured…the uncertainties in your life as you stand today.


I have stopped expecting that all my questions will have answers.  I can still ask, but I must first be OK if no answer comes before I can be brave enough to ask.  Yes, uncertainty has taught me as much.


“And, if it didn’t hurt, would you be this strong now?”


Yes, it hurt.  And, I am strong now…even in uncertainty.  The uncertainty of this pandemic illuminating the lessons that it has taught me much of my life.  And, I have hope that it provides that possibility for every one of us.


“She has grace in her heart and fire in her soul.”



Pandemic 2020

Day Four (3/15/2020)

Today, I ponder and am granted ample time to do so.  Perhaps, this is a giant wake up call to those of us who are walking mindlessly through life.  This virus has forced us to engage the emergency brake.  Every one of us is affected, some more than others.  I consider those who are in unsafe homes.  Those among us who are barely sustaining.  Those among us who struggle emotionally.  I know life as we know it will not be the same.  This will affect every generation moving forward, however subtle it may be…it will.

I consider the emotions involved: fear, panic, uncertainty, angst, suffering, anger, outrage, bitterness but also hope, love, faith, unity, determination, compassion, creativity, and the list goes on.  I do frequent check-ins to determine where I fall on this spectrum.

I sense the stillness that surrounds me in my home, my community, and in the country.  But, I also sense the intensity and mission of those on the front lines.  I am trying to discover the balance between the two.  It does not seem fair that I can indulge in this stillness, while others must struggle.  The thought comes, ‘I am a nurse.  Maybe, I can volunteer to help.’

Governor Baker is addressing the state on the current mandates.  He is tightening the grip and doing more to enforce social distancing.  Social distancing; a concept that is at the forefront of containment.  I have never heard these words more than in the past two days.  Schools are mandated to close for three weeks now.  Bars and restaurants are being forced to close.  There are heightened regulations protecting those in long term care facilities.  The city is essentially being locked down.  There are so many unanswerable questions.

It seems to be sinking into my children that this is not a vacation, but a world event that will have a significant impact in one way or another.  At this point, no one knows the reach, but this is certain.  The press conference is over just as quickly as it started.  Brooke was making macaroni and cheese standing by the oven on her phone when the notification came in.  We scurried to turn on the T.V.

Within minutes, they have turned on a silly movie with cartoon characters and Michael Jordan.  Their version of decompressing.  It is a lot to process for everyone, but particularly for those whose life has been relatively stable and predictable to this point.  I have faith they will gleam the good out of all to this.  Concepts such as sacrifice, gratitude, and empathy.


“The best teacher I know is life.  It has a strange way of humbling us and forcing us to grow and open our hearts and minds.”  Joe Duncan (CEO and Founder of Before 5am)












Pandemic 2020

Day One (3/12/2020)

I mindlessly maneuver the corner as I have a thousand times before, my car window is cracked just enough to let a subtle, cool breeze in.  Today, however, feels entirely different. Brett Young’s voice is like honey in the air.  I am tranquil, which is odd given the current events.  It seems time is moving at half speed.  Even other cars pass me seemingly slower than usual.  This type of synergistic energy, I have not felt before.  Something is coming together. I sense my heart orchestrating in my ribcage and the rhythmic expansion and contraction of each breath.

“Beautiful believer

Every time I doubt myself

Before I even ask for help

She’s right there next to me

Beautiful believer”

He continues to soothe me as I make a simple, decisive list in my head.  First of all, I must call my parents.  I reach for the dial and lower the radio as I pull into my driveway.

It is my Mother’s sleepy voice that enters my senses now and I am comforted by its familiarity.  My breathing softens more.

“Mom, oh so sorry.  Did I interrupt your four o’clock nap?”

“Oh no, Maary. I was not sleeping. Is everything Ok?”

I do my best not to cause panic, but since the start of this all, my thoughts always return to them.

“Everything is fine, but I wanted to let you know that things are developing quickly and I want to be sure you have what you need. Most importantly, Phil has a good supply of his medications and that you have anything else you may need for the coming weeks.”

I share with her what I know at this point, but that things seemed to be developing rapidly.

“Oh, Maary,” she sighs, “Thank you. This is scary. Do you think I can still go for my walks?”

Next, I reach out by text to my siblings.  The word has been leaking out.  School districts are taking a lead on this and I want to be sure they are aware, be prepared for what may come.  Rumors predict that schools will be shut down for two weeks.

It was two hours prior as I readied myself for a course I am taking after school, that my professor shared this projection with my class.  She had scurried in on her phone.  It was obvious she was concerned.  She had done her best to proceed with the lesson for the afternoon, but every single one of us was distracted.

“What am I going to do for two weeks?” my classmates commented.  I could almost see everyone scratching their heads at this uncharted territory.  We had not been granted vacation for two weeks.  We recognized that much.

“I’ll write,” I immediately concluded, not fully appreciating the full scope of it all.  None of us do.  But, I do understand that this is bigger than all of us.  Beyond the library in which we sat, beyond the school, beyond the community, beyond everything.

It is my twin brother that is most responsive to my information.  I can feel his concern like telepathy and we are united in our thought processes within seconds of the exchange.  I would not call it panic, but a mutual awareness that life can change at any moment.  We understand that we must proceed with reverence to that undeniable fact as we had many times before. We faced numerous changes together and in that, we are united. This is no different.  This alliance comforts me immensely.

A text from my husband comes through before I exit my car.  He was working from home and was now in line at the grocery store.  He sends me a picture of his cart and the line.  ‘Thank god for him’, I affirm.  Our viewpoints on this whole thing differ and just last night we had a heated discussion.  I am rarely one to argue a point.  Most often, I let it go because I strongly dislike confrontation, but this felt different.  It was important that my perspective was heard.

I back my car up carefully and head back out to the pet store.  Kaiser becoming a priority next in my mind.  Check, check, check.


“Nothing is more important than empathy for another human being’s suffering,  Not a career.  Not wealth. Not intelligence.  Certainly not status.  We have to feel for one another if we’re going to survive with dignity.”  Audrey Hepburn