Your own special basket of fucks

Your own special basket of fucks

  “Everyone,” I say to my eager prenatal clients, holding out my hands in front of me as if they contained precious jewels, “has a basket,” (they are waiting for me to drop some kind of wisdom-bomb on them) “of fucks.”...
The Primal Scream

The Primal Scream

It starts in my fingertips   an energy that shoots up into my forearms, retracting muscles and drawing my fingers up into fists   it flies up to my shoulders and they jerk up toward my earlobes as if magnetized; the effort leaves me trembling.   The...
The Art of Letting Go

The Art of Letting Go

The first stage of transition (to a new job, to a new home, to better health, to motherhood, to a new way of being, to a new life) is Loss. Letting go. Leaving behind. I, perhaps like you, was a little shocked when I read this in William Bridges’ famous book on...