Aug 242011

Next week all three of my beloved kiddos will head back to school, where they belong.

For the first time, I’ll have six hours a week of empty house, and I’ve decided to spend these hours writing. I am thrilled and delighted and committed. I have promised myself that I will let nothing encroach on my writing time. I will not volunteer, I will not clean, I will not shop, I will not visit, I will not facebook, I will not, not, not. I will write, as a gift to myself.

I just finished re-reading Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own. She says, “If a woman is going to write, she will have to step on a few toes.” * Yes. Ma’am. I shall step, step, step away. I shall take my time. Just take it, since it belong to me. Love that woman. Love that woman. I so wish she hadn’t killed herself, so she could have told us even more. I’m grateful she gave what she could.

Monkee-ville seems to grow and then rest – grow and then rest. Lately, we’ve been growing like mad. I’m receiving more emails than ever before. I love your emails. They feel like love letters. If I ever stopped writing this blog, the love letters are what I would miss the most.

I love getting to know you by reading your stories. I’ve mostly stopped responding, but I read every single email, and when a Monkee asks for prayer I write her name on a little piece of paper and put it on my bedside table. Honestly, I don’t always remember to say a prayer. But I consider writing the name with love to be a prayer, since my heart always flutters a teeny bit as I write. I believe that flutter to be the triangular connection between God, the Monkee, and me.

Many of the Monkees who write ask me the same questions. . . so I’m going to answer a few FAQs.

During the past month, I’ve received twenty-one of these requests: “G, will you promote my cause on the blog?”

These requests thrill me. The beauty of this blog is that it attracts people who want to spread hope and help and light. And that is a good, good thing. So here is what I’ve decided: I will promote each and every one of your causes on the Momastery Facebook Page. I will link to your project with lots of exclamation points!!!! and thousands of people will read about your cause and celebrate your efforts and those who are particularly touched by it will have an opportunity to become involved.

But for now, this blog’s cause is simple and clear and one. After much thinking over the past month, it has become clear to me that Momastery’s cause is you. Which means that my cause is you. The Monkees -as a group and individually. So you Lovies go ahead and take care of the world and your partners and kiddos and neighbors and enemies and while you are doing so, my job will be to help care for you. Because you’re bound to get tired, and I want this to be a place for you to refuel and fill up. You gotta fill up if your gonna pour yourself out.

And so – the efforts I’ll support here at Momastery will be Love Projects that benefit Monkees.We are a group of people who will be known by how uniquely and completely we love each other. Yes, please.

If your family needs help, you tell us. We will help. I’m not sure how it’ll work, I just know that it will work. In real life, I have no idea what I’m doing. But when it comes to this blog, I know exactly what I’m doing. I just know. And I assure you that we can expect miracles here. God will provide.

Speaking of miracles . . . let’s talk back to school. For the next few weeks, let’s keep this in mind. It’s all going to be okay. They’re going to be okay. They already are.

*And as Beth so wisely suggested – remind your child to find the new student and ask him to play. The best way to overcome nervousness is to help another little one overcome hers. That’s the important stuff.

Love You,


*That’s not the exact quote. Went back through my book and can’t find it. But it’s the jist. Love.

Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR
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Aug 182011

I love to read – anything and everything onto which I can get my smurf-sized hands.

In real life we tend to stay on the surface of things, but in books and lyrics I am assured that many others have the same tumultuous inner life that I do. In this way, books and songs are like friends who always have time to talk- they help me connect and feel less alone in my spastic little head.

They also make me more compassionate. I read the stories of other’s struggles and I find it a little easier to love the world after finishing each one. If only each of us had a biography we could distribute – we’d all be so much gentler with each other if everyone’s history was required reading. It’s why you are so kind to me here– because you know my story. But everyone has a story with at least as much joy and loss and love as mine. I think about it all the time – as I look around at people and imagine their stories- the state of their hearts – what they’ve overcome. I just want to stand up at restaurants sometimes and applaud wildly and yell – “BRAVO! TO ALL OF US! LOOK AT US, MAKING IT THROUGH THIS WILD, DIFFICULT LIFE! WE ARE STILL STANDING, DRESSING OURSELVES, BREATHING! BRAVO!”

Craig discourages this though, so whatever.

I also love discovering through reading that my spiritual journey…the one that I’m hoping is leading me towards becoming more loving, more forgiving, more whole . . . is the exact same journey that so many others are walking. We all have the same discoveries and insights and thoughts about ourselves and other people along the way. All of us who are struggling to see things and people clearly . . . we all learn the exact same things in different ways – because Truth is Truth. It’s like we seekers . . . we each walk different paths but end up in the same field . . . a big old green field with wooden signs that say –

We Belong To Each Other, We Can Do Hard Things, LOVE WINS.

I love writers who don’t bother trying to teach me anything new . . . but gently remind me of things I already know. Who show me, through their own stories, what life is teaching them. I read recently…if it’s true, it ain’t new. And so I love writers who tell stories that nudge me towards the same old Truths and illuminate them in brilliant new ways. These writers invite me to sink into them like a worn sofa and make heart LEAP and swell and break and mend.

Rachel Naomi Remen is one of those writers. She is more than a writer . . . she is a healer. And her latest book, “My Grandfather’s Blessings” made my heart sing and purr and skip and finally enlarge to near exploding.

Which is why My Grandfather’s Blessings is our new HERMIT CRAB BOOK CLUB pick.

Go get it friends . . . pretty please. Monkees of all spiritual faiths (or none at all) will find something in this book to love. This one’s going to fill us with hope and peace and ease us right into the crispness and coziness and insanity of fall.

As always, if you can’t find it at the library and don’t have the money for it right now – shoot me an email and I’ll have it sent to your door. Gotta have this one, ladies.

Love You,


Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR
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Aug 172011
Just wanted you to know . . . we’re okay today. We’re good. We feel loved and watched over and cared for. We’re soaking in our new circumstances along with the sun and the sand and the squeals of our babies and the ocean air.

We’re facing these waves together.

Dodging them, riding them, letting them take us under. Coming back up for air just in time.

And we’re laughing. Stilllll laughing.
We are holding each other up and the sea is holding us together.
That’s how it works, I think.

Thanks for being our Tribe, Monkees.
Love, G, C, Lil C, T and A.

Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR
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