I’m getting better. Or, perhaps it’s better to say that I’m getting different. I am not transforming. I am not evolving. I am simply moving along. Like a walking catfish who gets up and goes when her water source evaporates. Like the amphibious mudskipper, who flops from swampland to rocky terrain, as needed. She also has the enviable skill…
Category: Nancy Stearns Bercaw
My Favorite Lies
Another landmark day here. There was no Everest climbing (learn why) or apocalypse happening (no link, thank goodness). Yet one enormous occurrence did take place. I went to my first AA meeting. For six months I’ve resisted going to a meeting for all kinds of reasons. That’s not me. I won’t like them. Those alcoholics. I’m…
Where Parent Co. Meets Me
Very happy to have my first piece on Parent.Co this morning. And if you’ve come here because of that story, then welcome! I’m glad to share my experiences as a mom who relied far too much on alcohol to alleviate my deepest fears. But the truth is that I have the courage to parent with…
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