The Meditative Mom

Strolling with Wolves

I have emerged from the woods, hairy and disheveled, to write this post. It was just too good not to tell immediately. This summer, being that it is the first one where I don’t have a job or a colicky baby, I have decided to spend the majorit

Playgroup allergy

I’d heard about them before and they sounded pretty awful: bored housewives who get together to teach their wrangy children how not to steal each other’s toys. (“Jacob, what did I tell you about sharing?” they’ll say in that naggy mom voice

Balls and Umbrellas

It’s Saturday afternoon and I get a frantic phone call from Heels. “Do you have a minute?” I glance over at Buddha who is dangerously perched on the coffee table.“Sure... is everything okay?” I’ve become accustomed to asking this question