10 Things I Still Haven’t Figured Out After 37 Years

My 37th birthday was a bit of a rough day, and it helped guide the words for this post on things I still find myself facing after working on them for most of my life…

Some Things We Never Let Go Of…

As we get older, we often run into the same issues over and over again, and find ourselves faced with pain we don’t think will ever go away. And you know what? That’s okay.

The Challenges of Raising a Child Who’s Different

My son has a diagnosis, and that affects our family, in small ways and in big ways. He’s a wonderful kid, and he brings challenges with him that have so much become part of my daily life, that I sometimes forget to factor in how much energy they take to deal with. That’s why I wrote this post, to clarify it to myself, and to show you a sliver of what is often invisible from the outside in.

8 Years of Riddle-Solving

All children have their quirks, but in my son’s case, much of his life is filled with riddles. Riddles we try to solve, together, so that both him and the world around him become less puzzling.

What the Past 10 Years Taught me About Mothers, With or Without Children

Today my daughter turns 10. This marks 10 years of being a mother, though I realise that this is a much more flexible state of being than I always thought, and that it is much more related to my state of being than the children I have…

Defaulting to a ‘No’ or ‘Yes’ as a Parent

As parents, we are often quick to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to a child’s request. We often default to one or the other, depending on who we are and depending on which kid. But what if we took our time to answer their requests?

Is It Wrong To Feel This Way? – An Inquiry Into Emotions and Morality

We sometimes wish we didn’t feel the way we did, because it is painful, or because we feel that our feelings are inappropriate, that they are wrong. But is that even possible? Are some feelings ‘wrong’ to have?

Meanderings of the Mind While Walking Through a Graveyard (Includes Photographs)

An intense session at the therapist’s office lead me to a walk in the central cemetery of Bruges, the oldest one in the country. Here’s where my eyes and mind went in the mean time…