There's a photo that’s fascinated me since the first time I saw it. It's of my mom on her fourth birthday, which I know because of the inscription on the back. She’s nuzzling her own mother, both of them seated on the stage of a sixties-era venue, and my grandmother is gazing into the distance with a smile. It’s a very sweet moment. It’s also a very strange photo for me, because I never knew them like this. The relationship I knew of my mom and her mom was one of seething anger (my grandma’s) and constant hurt and defensiveness (my mom’s.) Theirs was a pain that began long before I arrived, but that cast a shadow over my childhood, and everything in my mother’s life.
How to Handle Being Triggered on Social Media (and Life)
Ever been scrolling social media (or going through life) and come across one of those people who just grind your gears? What if that person is actually a big red flashing light toward your most wildly beautiful life? This week I’ll be talking about someone who disturbs my OWN peace in order to show you how she has also helped me to heal.
How I Found God in a Beach Volleyball Game
I went to yoga classes overlooking the ocean, ate sickening amounts of macadamias, and stayed up late having talks about redemption, recovery, and life…mostly with people that I’d never see again.
It was delicious. It was magical. And I was still pretty damn lonely.
But then I joined a volleyball tournament with a bunch of strangers, and things began to shift...