Hair Today

Let’s talk mom shame. I say shame, not guilt, because I subscribe to Brenè Brown’s definitions of both. Shame is a feeling that challenges our worthiness, guilt is our conscience letting us know that we screwed up and spurring us to action. Guilt can be transformative, shame is paralyzing and isolating. One of the best antidotes to shame is to name it and to talk about it. So here I am, talking about my daughter’s hair.


Forgiving Myself

Self forgiveness is not something we hear often in our society, where being hard on ourselves has become something of a humble-brag. As with so many things, this feels like a defense mechanism to beat others to the punch.

Cleaning Out My Closet

We are at a moment in America where we celebrate minimalism as a class indicator - to live an uncluttered life is to be confident that you can get what you need when you need it. We implicitly and explicitly contrast that with hoarding, a mental illness predicated on the fear that you will be without. And of course, there is no middle ground. You are a minimalist or a hoarder. You live carefree or in shame.