Meghan Leahy Parent Coach

One picture is from the “shooting” last night where people were taking selfies and drinking wine, and one picture is children being taken from a bus, by police, to a reunification center to meet their parents. My child was one of those children.

F**k this country.

I don’t believe in conspiracies, but this administration is a joke.

Over 100 people were murdered today by guns.

PS - it’s clear that four years on… I’m still in my feelings about the shooting, and yes, I’ve done the work. I’ve done the therapy. But a bitch is allowed to be angry at insane s**t.

Me, over here, trying to feel sorry for the people jumping under tables last night, after my daughter hid from hundreds on bullets pouring down on her AT SCHOOL.

F**k them all.



**kinggunsassholes

Let’s add the guillotine and burning at the stake, while we are at it. This is all distraction from the war and gas prices…

The Trump administration said that it would allow firing squads and readopt lethal injection as part of a broader push to revive the death penalty. Read more: https://nyti.ms/3QsCdM9

from 2024:

When I chat with young moms out in the wild, I love to tell them how much I love, love, love parenting teens.

And that it’s not awful.

And that nothing is perfect or easy, but I don’t fight with them.

I DO NOT FIGHT WITH MY KIDS.

We have words and hoo-boy, do we get sick of each other, BUT!

I refuse to give up, give in, and just “let them go…”

I stick in there with them; we stay in the mud.

I’m not praising myself here; this is my mindful work.

I’d love to check out.

But I refuse to check out.

And we all do the work.

It’s messy, but it’s yielding the dividends I hoped it would when I made these changes in myself decades ago.

My changes won’t head off suffering, but I know my kids can turn to me with their suffering…and that’s all I want.

Four years ago, today, my eldest was in a school shooting.

Over 230 bullets, directed at the school.

At dismissal, to cause the most carnage.

Two people were in critical condition, one stable.

It is a miracle that no one died. A true miracle.

The school shut down.

They managed prom and graduation.

I know I am part of a huge group of parents who have gone through this. The calls. The unification center. The panic, the confusion, the anger, the gratitude, the horror, the disbelief, the predictability, the angels who helped. The picture is her with the teacher who saved her life.

Now, she’s graduating from college. She’s getting “I’m so glad I wasn’t murdered in my school” frozen yogurt tonight.

I’m so grateful she’s still alive.

I’m so grateful she’s alive.

I’m so grateful.

Jesus Mary and Joseph

Justice Dept. Charges Prominent Civil Rights Group With Financial Crimes Republicans have accused the Southern Poverty Law Center, which is best known for investigating hate groups, of unfairly targeting conservative and Christian organizations.

Owning a horse is not like owning a pet.

I know this now, because I have three dogs. And the horse is different.

Owning a horse is an entire lifestyle. Sure, there’s riding, but there’s the care and the attention and learning the horse’s personality. And each horse is utterly unique. It’s a true identity, the horse ownership.

The love that my daughter has for this horse is sisterly. Motherly. Deep. Something I cannot grasp.

Prada (she came with the name, okay?) has had a hard couple of weeks: sinus surgery, fevers, fractured bone in hoof, impaction of manure, possible colitis, possible lamination.

I’ve been sleepless about so many issues in my personal life, but this has had me in a panic.

Things happen so fast with horses; why did I sign up for this?

For my daughter (which is why we do everything, right?)

As always, the horse community has lifted us up and has taken excellent care of all of us. We are so lucky.

Man, I’m tired and so grateful she seems to be on the mend.

So much of my life is out of my control, so watching the clouds roll by in the Virginia skies is good.

Descendant

BY C. DALE YOUNG

Not, as some believe, from the word genesis,
the word gene came from the Greek genos
meaning origin or, more specifically, birth.
The two words sprang from the same source,

both a kind of instruction on how things
came to be. Both gene and genesis mask the magic
of the everyday world by the mere act of naming.
So the Church Fathers carefully instructed us.

On both sides of my family, I descend from
witches: one a curandera who was skilled at herbs
and making tonics, the other a woman who felt
she was the equal of men and therefore had to be

burned at the stake. This explains a great deal.
Having survived two health scares in two years,
a friend asked me quite seriously if I have magic
in my family. I said no, for fear of where

the conversation would lead. Friendships rarely
survive these kinds of conversations. You can
discuss anxiety, infidelity, but never the occult.
Funny how I have always seen the curandera

as a bruja but rarely think of the one burned
at the stake. To be that bold, to see one’s self as equal:
is that not a powerful kind of magic? I am
not sure. But to live against all odds, to walk

through this world instead of crawling because
told to crawl? Yes, a dark and powerful magic.
When told I would die within months from a tumor,
to which one do you think I prayed?

Many thanks to the woman who slowed her walk so that my husband and I could argue in privacy, stomping up Wisconsin Avenue. She understood the assignment.

My kids hate AI. This helps me sleep at night.

They are also interested in social justice (via the law), studying viruses, and medicine. Not a life of happiness (unattainable), but a life of fulfillment, purpose, and service.

Your parenting is political.