Enough

Katrina Shoots a Basketball

In recognition of National Eating Disorders Awareness week… * * * My relationship with food and with my body is complicated, slippery, broken. My ability to deal with it from a place of reason and intellect waxes and wanes. No matter how it may or may not manifest itself, I will always have an eating […]

True North

You Are Beautiful Poster on the Side of a Building

A moral compass that maps True North at the intersection of judgment and discrimination is not the one I choose to help me navigate my journey. Love is love. And as Forrest Gump so famously stated, “That’s all I have to say about that.”

Life Lessons from My Eight-Year-Old Self

Katrina's Childhood Memoir

The autobiography I penned at age eight begins with this: How it all started… When I was young I had some troubles. I had started to grow up to be a very spastic child. Every time I got mad I held my breath until I passed out. My mom was scared. It is a handwritten […]

In Syndication

Screenshot of BlogHer Post

When I was little, I had a stuffed elephant named Dumbo Society. I named him Dumbo Society because, well, Dumbo was the world’s most famous elephant and because Society sounded very fancy and sophisticated. You know what else sounds fancy and sophisticated? Being syndicated on BlogHer. That means I’m Fancy Schmancy. Why? Because I’m featured […]

I Don’t

Kids in Matching Clothes

I hear it said to mothers of young kids all the time: You’re gonna miss this when they’re teens. But here’s my counter-argument: Maybe you won’t. I don’t. Sure, every once in a while, I long for the feel of their baby soft skin and and a glimpse of their toothless grins. But I don’t […]

Slow but Steady

Indianapolis Monumental Marathon, Mile 12

“26.2 miles didn’t seem all that long. If you’re in a car, it’s just a few exits down the interstate. But in road-weary Brooks, it’s, well, 26.2 miles. One step after another. Right, left, right, left.” You can read the rest here: Slow but Steady, featured on Mamalode

Missed Opportunities

Sunset

My former hometown lost a mother this week. I know we lose mothers every week (every day, every second..), but this one I knew. Sort of. I didn’t know her well, but our paths once crossed every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday when our then toddlers (now teens) attended the same preschool. We greeted each other […]