When I’m Not Myself

I often say I am a recovering perfectionist. I’m a recovering chameleon, too. As a child I moved around every few years; as an adult I have followed a similar …

Happy Birthday to Us

Dear Doodle, Today was your fourth birthday . . .officially. Since this weekend’s party you have insisted you are four and even went so far as to announce that today you …

The Path to Empathy

Around the time of Freddie Gray’s tragic death, I noticed something insidious about our culture. It’s not new, but it’s something of which I’ve become increasingly aware. A mama lost …