We had our first marriage counseling session today. I was nervous (see previous fear rant) and skeptical as the therapist the online couples counseling program set us up with shares the demographics of our last few presidents. This means that for the 45 minute session, we only got to see 2/3 of his face at any given time because Zoom cameras can't be trusted and also I'm pretty sure he thinks my name is Farrah, because Zoom microphones probably shouldn't be. Obviously he did
I have advised a lot of other people to do marriage counseling over the years and have even said dumb shit like, "It's a way to keep things from breaking, not just for after they're broken! It's like prophylactic healthcare, it keeps your bond healthy," etc, etc.
I think when I said it I meant it, but now that I'm faced with marriage counseling myself I'd really rather not, thanks.
We've dabbled in it before. About 12 years ago after I had a few miscarriages and was an em
My heart hurts all the time, and I'm told that's normal when you're a parent. I worry, I fear, I struggle, I put everything I have into it and it feels like too much and never enough. This past few years have not stopped slicing into that juicy heart meat. I couldn't prevent the pandemic and give my kids normalcy, safety, or assurance. I couldn't prevent our job and business losses and the stress and instability that came with them. I guess I could have prevented our change o
I recently performed the burlesque act that I've been working on for the past few months. The showcase was transformational and the whole class was challenging and empowering. Kellita's 'Burlesque from the Inside Out' class is part emotional performance art, part dance, part support group, and part glammy glammy fun fun. Here Kellita and I chat about the experience and how I tried to get vulnerable by showing my tats when really it was my heart that needed exposure. (boo) (Al
This morning, while I was pulling up the x-ray image of my child's broken bone on my phone, I'm certain the orthopedic surgeon glimpsed the following stills I took from my burlesque act. And therein lies the awkward place where I live: I'm a mother of a den of chaos dragons and a woman with big art and growing needs. I've recently accepted that I want attention and I want pleasure. At forty-two, with a family and a pile of jobs and responsibilities, this borders on unthinka