A poem for the hearbroken — Do you know how remarkable it is that you can love, even after your heart is broken? Even after they broke their promises, and left you speechless, and made you wonder about your worth and doubt that you were enough. Even after they left an empty space in your bed and at…

Tales from The Cross Sound Ferry — I looked at my husband with horror and said, “Honey, there aren’t any changing stations in the bathrooms.” It was a busy Friday night aboard the Cross Sound Ferry. We were going to see dear friends in Rhode Island — and the rest of the ship was bustling with people…

A poem for pondering — If I asked you to speak about what makes you uncomfortable, what would you say? Would you tell me about the way you cannot sit with your parents during a sex scene in a movie, or how your mom seems always to want to talk about how you ran around naked as a kid…

A poem for new mamas — I blinked, and suddenly you are eight months old, a relatively new piece of our lives, and somehow, it feels like you’ve been here forever. Eight months of growing, and learning, and laughing. Eight months of reading, and playing, and finding magic in the ordinary. Eight months of feedings, and nap…

A story about making friends as adults — It was a sunny morning on the train platform. It was the first time I had been to a rehearsal since having my son, and I was excited to be back in the rehearsal studio. My mother was babysitting. My husband was working from home. Life was good. I was…

A poem — You have weathered the storm and wandered the valley and withstood every blow to your heart and your spirit. You have climbed the mountain and you have kept your head above the waves and you have found your way to your end destination despite the countless detours. You have gotten…

A poem for the ones chasing the work-life balance — We whisper the words aloud, like a prayer or a wish on a star or a hope that lingers upon the clouds: I need more balance in my life. I want more balance in my life. And too often, we forget, that balance is active. Balance is finding the core strength…

A poem for mamas, inspired by Emily Ley — Sweet mama, sometimes it’s ok to let the laundry lie. It’s ok to let the laundry lie because you’re still trying to make dinner, and bathe the babies, and read stories, and play with stacking cups and puzzles, and find time for a walk around the block. It’s ok to…

A poem for the ones who need a little push — It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that there are certain moments when your life will begin - like the moment you say, “I do,” or when you see those two little lines, or when you leave home for the very first time. Moments like when you graduate…