Last Friday I spent the day numb. Staring at my screen, getting nothing actually done except trying to process my feelings through pounding the keys on my Mac. From the outside I probably just looked like a writer, really into whatever she was writing. Inside, I was in turmoil. After skimming the headlines on myContinue reading “Into the Darkness and Back Again : Depression During Lockdown”
Author Archives: Greta Ford
introvert musings
I am a classic introvert. Always have been. Nothing ambiguous here. My mother says when I was two-years-old she used to come and try to get me after my naps. I would be awake in my crib, talking/playing contentedly. Upon seeing her enter the room I would flail and yelp, “No!” and Mom, hands upContinue reading “introvert musings”
unfinished stories
The other day my six-year-old daughter, with a sympathetic expression, put her arm around me and said, “It must be hard to be a mother. You don’t get to do the all things you want to do.” My heart lurched. Clearly, in this time of craziness and overwhelm, when I haven’t been at my best,Continue reading “unfinished stories”
the next ninety days
(written April 7th) In ninety days I’ll turn thirty-nine. In ninety days we also move back to the US (God-willing.) First let’s address the aging. Turning thirty wasn’t hard. I was forty weeks pregnant and about to pop. There were other things on my mind than aging. Plus, I felt young. I was okay withContinue reading “the next ninety days”
hug your ‘therapy’ dog
Lately, in this time of quarantine, I find myself longing for our old dog, Colbie. We adopted Colbie, an intelligent, affable Goldendoodle, as a tiny pup. My husband diligently trained him, and he became my daily running partner. Colbie rarely barked, potty-trained easily, and never chewed a thing we didn’t want him to. He wasContinue reading “hug your ‘therapy’ dog”
how an introvert mom survives quarantine
Life has changed, pretty much for everyone, in some way, in the past week. Each notification of something else being shut down and canceled was another blow to my introvert psyche, and finally, after the announcement that my two-year-old’s Dutch creche was being closed, I had to come to grips with reality : I wasContinue reading “how an introvert mom survives quarantine”
Love in the Time of COVID-19
Don’t hug your friends.Just a wave and an anxious smile,No handshakes, please.Yes, darling, I will kiss you…After the recommended waiting period.Let us trade passion for caution,At least for two full weeks.I would move mountains for you!(As long as they are not in China or Italy.)Forget roses – I have toilet paper and hand sanitizer.I’ll leaveContinue reading “Love in the Time of COVID-19”
this season of motherhood
Season This is the season of sticky,Of unicorn glitter putty embedded into the expensive couch (such a good idea at the time!)that has become a trampoline and diving board,and also in the rug you took ages to pick out,musing how cute it would look in photos.Now your foot sticks to it and squelchesand you haveContinue reading “this season of motherhood”
true love vs. real life love
When I was a teen I would sit out on the metal field gate at our farm and stare up at the night sky, asking God for what He probably gets sick of hearing : true love. But I had no idea what that meant, so God probably laughed a bit at this silly, overly-romanticContinue reading “true love vs. real life love”
a heart for adventure
It’s 6am on a Friday morning and I’m about to hustle my three children and husband to get ready so we can drive to the airport, all in the hopes of seeing their grandpa on his layover for an hour. He is on his way home from Africa, where he and my younger brother attemptedContinue reading “a heart for adventure”
coffee, then words 