A year ago this month, my then-boyfriend of four or five months abruptly broke up with me with little explanation. And he did it in sort of an angry way, four days after my grandpa passed away. I went to the funeral devastated. I went to work. I took my son to swimming lessons. I … Continue reading Boyfriends
Do you, my dear reader, have a story you can put down? It's just a story, after all.
Why fall feels hopeful.
There's a lot of important things happening in the world right now. I'm not going to type the words to explain what those are. I think we all get it. But I thought for this Labor Day weekend, we could all use a break from the ill, illogical and insane. So here are a few … Continue reading What am I doing with my life!?!
Note: Thankfully I was not involved in the pictured car fire, except that I drove by it on the interstate near Las Vegas and I can't imagine how the people who had to jump from their burning car felt, on top of everything already going on this year. Right now I’m sitting on the end … Continue reading I shrug too.
In my neighborhood are a pair of wild, green parrots. If you go for a walk around sunset you can see them flying high overhead, chattering back and forth to each other. They have only visited my yard once, to my knowledge. Shortly after I bought the house, my sister came to help me move. … Continue reading Green Parrots, Rats, Dogs and Boys
My request of myself, is to listen, especially to the stories that make me uncomfortable. And to let them work within me and teach me to walk with integrity. Show me the bars so I see the door, a way out, and I can fly away.
I have to take a second to acknowledge how hard this post has been to write. I’ve been kicking the idea around in my head for months. I’ve talked it out with several people. I’ve written multiple drafts. That’s how laden the shadow is. It’s a dragon. It’s a snag. It’s mine. And it’s yours.
On Friday I got a text from Britta with a genius idea. She proposed we meet at Mission Bay to paddle board in the bioluminescent red tide. She pointed out it would be an appropriate, socially-distanced activity and something that would be freaking amazing. I was completely in and so were three more of our … Continue reading Glowing water
This is not a blog post endorsing interior decorating or gnome jammies or impulse buys or Ingrid Michaelson fandom. Those things, all being worthy pursuits, are not the kind of beautiful I’m talking about.