Can Openers Really Do Slow Me Down

I very commonly am running at about a million miles per minute. I think a part of that comes from not wanting to deal with/think about things going on in the world or fears that I have and a part of it is always that damn proving my worth.  As the tornado of my mind…

Celebrating is Not a Four-Letter Word…Literally

It’s such a weird time right now and sometimes it doesn’t feel like there is anything to celebrate. The funny thing about my family though is that we always seem to keep celebrating even the tiniest things. We are a family of over-sharers and perhaps also a family of over-celebrators. In these really tough, confusing,…

Productivity in the Time of Corona

"Mommy, are you done and can we play now pretty please with cherries on top?" -Mozart Von Domsky I was sitting at the dining room table getting work done. Things were moving slower than I expected and I noticed our puppy, Moe, starting to get a little antsy. He's a high energy little dude and…

Where Dreaming Meets Manifestation

I was never the most naturally gifted dancer. I was never the best in the class, but man, I was dedicated as all get out. I started dancing when I was three years old teetering around in a mommy and me class…but with my Dad, of course. As I got older I started to try…

Willingness to Dream

When Domi adds fun things to the shopping list...it's another little way to dream I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer. Yes, sometimes my head gets stuck in the clouds, but more often than not my dreaming leads to my belief in my ability to achieve. Dreaming isn’t necessarily a solution, but a springboard.…

Owning It and Eating Gravy

I sat in one of the last rows of the bus on the way back from the theater. My Theatre and Society class had just gone to see a show in the City…I have no idea what it was. I was totally distracted. All night I had been hemming and hawing about one singular decision.…

The Annihilation of the Word “Just”

A picture of the bird house I painted as a child just because. I am not talking about the incredibly important use of the word just as in justice and justly. I am talking about the much less important use. As in: just curious, just asking, just wondering. The word, just, has become such a…

A Blunt Six Year Old With a Master Plan

When I was six, my separation anxiety from my parents was at its peak. The thought of a sleepover was utterly terrifying, which is why my parents thought that maybe sleeping over at my Auntie Melanie’s, one of my very special, chosen Aunties would be a good stepping stone before staying at a friend’s house.…

Honey, This Was Not the Plan

I am a stickler for being organized and having a plan. A good plan to me is like the world’s most incredible security blanket. I feel safe and warm and wrapped-up in having control. Well, what happens when you take one hyper-organized person and pair her with someone who thrives off of spontaneity? Well, at…

Is it Too Much to Ask?

I was sitting on my parents’ deck earlier this week trying to meditate. It was not going well. I could not concentrate for the life of me. I was too focused on all these things I wanted to say to people but was refusing to. I started wondering what the heck was going on. I…