It’s so easy to not feel like enough. It’s so easy to focus on our shortcomings, our faults, the cracks in our being. The things that people might see. The things that might make someone love us a little less. Why is that so easy?...
Rhythm of enough. Chanting gently lulls. A mantra sweetly moves into a rhythm and groove. A little girl perched along the sideline, under the glow of the Friday night lights. A little blonde chickadee, cheering her beloved pops and his boys on. Enough.You are Enough. The chant hums melting into...
Enough Not Enough Not enough is old news and a scar. Words flew out of unkind mouths, blew through my ears, and took root in my heart -- the strongest kinds of weeds with seeds strong enough for decades of growth through bone and concrete. Not enough’s...
For Today, I Am Enough I wonder, at times, just what I had expected of the journey to my “enough”-ness. Perhaps that it would arrive as a single “Aha!” moment or a tingling, shimmering awareness. I’m almost certain that I expected it to stay once...
There. Will be a time. In your. Life. When you will be. Stripped bare. In ways you cannot. Imagine. There will be a time when the fire comes. For you. This is a story. About. Me. When my fire came. Calling. But it is. About....
At an adorable tiny brick building oak tree college on the far eastern edge, women feel inadequate. I felt inadequate, while I called it home. Who can tell the moment that it begins? Swarming around me were overachievers. They over-exercised, over-analyzed, over-worked, over-stressed. And under-ate. In their...
Guilt. That word overtakes my life sometimes. Years ago, in therapy, I was given a homework assignment: Go home and write down what you feel guilty about. I think my therapist was expecting a few notes scribbled on a piece of paper, not the giant tome...
She now understands that the doubting started with the phone call from her doctor some nine years ago. The tumor was indeed malignant. She had breast cancer. They had caught it early. She was probably going to be okay. The first six months were full of doctor visits, rounds of...
I sat and stared at this coffee cup. It had my name on it, but who am I? Who is Lisa? It sent me into a spin that lasted the entire day. Suddenly I wasn’t sure who Lisa was anymore. Where had I gone? What...
I had a moment recently where I started doubting everything. My abilities as a wife, mother, friend. and the places where I live and work. The wear and tear of a 2 hour daily commute to a full time job all while mothering a toddler...