I’m not usually into guilt — by that I mean self-reproach for doing something wrong. It’s a pretty rare occasion when I engage in an act of self-flogging. That’s not to say however, that I don’t feel badly when I let someone down, as I did my daughter last night. But my feelings are more complicated than guilt. (more…)
It’s been a bit quiet around Mommy’s Groove recently. It’s not that I haven’t been living the groove every day — but rather that living the groove has kept me away from writing. (more…)
I’ve called it a sacred space; I’ve heard it referred to as a womb-room. It’s the space we created in our bedroom after our children were born. It was quiet or quietly interactive, at times light and sometimes dark, filled with love and laughter, wonder and joy. Here, we ate, slept, changed diapers, snuggled, sniffed, caresses, bathed, listened with ears and hearts, watched and wept. (more…)