Things come in; things go out. Like your breath, or the tide. This is how harmony works, and the Universe wants harmony.

MotherhoodMolly ChansonAugust 23, 2017Comment

Let Us

Let’s talk about pedestals and comparisons and jealousy. Then, let’s take it a step further and talk about racism and sexism and hate.

Self, MotherhoodMolly ChansonAugust 16, 2017Comment

Listen

What if everything we need to hear is all around us, talking. Reaching out to touch our shoulder.

SelfMolly ChansonJuly 31, 2017Comment

Sacred Space

Space is a beautiful thing. Space is where the magic and the meaning happen. Without space, there would be no open field.

SelfMolly ChansonJuly 25, 2017Comment

Inside Out

The four (now five) of us stood in the familiar kitchen. Our two best friends were over for dinner and the new baby finally slept in his swing.

MotherhoodMolly ChansonJuly 18, 2017Comment

Collecting Pain

We all know pain. And when we feel it, there’s one thing we want to do – get as far away from it as possible.

SelfMolly ChansonJuly 10, 2017Comment

Love Yourself. Wear Lipstick

I keep a small collection of lipsticks in the little console of my car. The square, black container is right next to the gear shift.

Self, FashionMolly ChansonJuly 10, 2017Comment

Survival

Tiny breathing, his chest flutters up and down. How surely the routine comes to us;

SelfMolly ChansonJune 28, 2017Comment

We Are All Soul Mamas

We are all soul-mamas, kindred spirits, joined together through our shared experience of motherhood.

MotherhoodMolly ChansonMay 19, 2017