Non-fiction blog posts for New Orleans mom or other publications.

  • A Note for my Shy Daughter, From your Outgoing Momma

    Contributed to New Orleans Mom The great part about being a member of a community, little one, is that we are exposed to all kinds of people. If we are lucky, we get to meet people who aren’t like us. We get to talk to others with a completely different perspective. We dress differently. We eat different foods. We live different lifestyles. That is cool. It’s how we grow. It’s how we come to empathize with our fellow humans, make new friends, and expand how we understand the world. But I never want you to doubt yourself because you are not like me, nor do I ever want you to see different…

  • The Five P’s for Managing Back to School Anxiety

    Contributed to New Orleans Mom We have been ramping into “school mode” for several weeks, in a different way than most. My daughter Charley suffers from anxiety and sensory issues. For her, and many children like her, school is not just getting an education, seeing friends and adjusting to schedule. She fights inner demons: classrooms that are too loud, children (and teachers) that are too harsh, and irrational fears that are too big. Easing into the school year is a must.

  • Let’s Take Ourselves Off Auto-Pilot

    Contributed to New Orleans Mom How ridiculous was it that my plan to be super productive came at the expense of my basic needs as a human? How often, I wondered, did I plan days like this where I didn’t allow myself to eat or even stop to rest for five full minutes? I didn’t know the exact answer, but I knew I must do it often enough that I no longer even recognized the subtle queues my body was giving me. In fact, I was ignoring them until whispers became shouts. Why? So I was “productive?” To meet expectations that I had placed on myself?

  • Childhood Anxiety Series

    A three-piece series on Childhood Anxiety contributed to New Orleans Mom. Part One is an Introduction: The first time my daughter had a full panic attack I had one along with her. We were at the same gymnastics studio we’d been attending twice a week for three years. Her favorite coach and friends were already on the mat, but she was so terrified she couldn’t walk through the door. She gripped my arm, wailing and sobbing while her little body trembled. I did a poor job of calming her; I was shaking myself. Then she threw up on me, and we both cried. We cried as we made our way…