Who am I? This has been a question that has plagued me for many years. I used to define myself by my job, by how I made money (I was a teacher, or an editor). Or I defined myself by my relationships (I was a wife, a mother). But so many things pass away. Jobs change, or relationships fall apart. So I don’t submit to narrow conceptions of identity anymore. What I am is peaceful, strong, resilient. I’m brave, kind, loving. I’m mildly obsessive. I get option paralysis. I don’t like big crowds. I enjoy traveling alone.
For better or worse (better, of course, although it doesn’t always feel that way), I am on a spiritual journey, and that has been consistent no matter where I work or who I come into contact with. This started when I began going to Quaker meeting in 2008 and has continued through countless experiences—yoga teacher training, Buddhist classes, Christian theological workshops, work with shamans, intuitives, and other kinds of healers. I’m still finding my way, but I feel like I’m getting closer.
I started blogging in 2010 when I had my second child and was a stay-at-home mom. It helped me connect with like-minded people and I met a lot of great women through my blog, An Attitude Adjustment: Making the Best of Stay-at-Home Motherhood. Through that time I began teaching writing part-time at a range of colleges and universities in the Philadelphia area, where I’m from. I’ve also worked at a national magazine and done college communications.
In 2013 I started a literary journal with my then-husband called The First Day, which was an attempt to blend spirituality with creative writing—something I don’t think gets done often enough. Unfortunately this (and other things) were lost to our divorce in 2016.
I’ve gone from a stay-at-home full time mother to a single parent who shares custody of her kids half-time. I’m also in the midst of pitching a novel and writing another one, reading fiction as well as spiritual memoirs, teaching (and doing) yoga and meditating, and trying to eat healthy. That last part is becoming increasingly hard. For some reason, I seem to subsist on peanut butter crackers and Luna bars.
I hope you enjoy my musings on the spiritual, maternal, and writing life.