Author: thepathtoworthy

If you keep getting so upset, I’m not going to take you to the airport anymore, she says. I’m staring straight through the windshield but I imagine gentle creases in the corners of her clear blue eyes as she says this to me. Very funny, I say, barking out something between a laugh and a… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Sus.

I recently went on a solo hiking trip in Canada. You know this if you read my blog because I’ve already shared this tidbit. Ninety-two miles across glorious landscape. If you’ve traveled alone or eaten out alone or done anything alone, or perhaps, have a resistant and unwilling partner/friend/roommate, you may have also mastered the… Continue reading Post. The. Photo.

I had determined that I wasn’t going to embark on any long hikes the day I drove from Jasper to Lake Louise. I had already put quite a few miles on my little legs, and I was thinking that a rest might not be such a bad idea. I would do a few miles around… Continue reading Don’t Pass On Wilcox.

I couldn’t tell how old the woman behind the counter was, at all. In retrospect, I’m guessing mid-to-late thirties. Her face was mostly unlined, and her hairline still looked mostly intact. She had glasses propped just in front of a messy bun and her eyes appeared to be hazel like mine. I got so lost… Continue reading Marital Status?

A friend sent me a video on Instagram this morning and asked if I knew of the article the video was connected to, entitled ‘Women Know Exactly What They’re Doing When They Use Weak Language’ (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/31/opinion/women-language-work.html). I had read the article, as a good friend and colleague sent it to me. Here are a few… Continue reading Do Women Know What They’re Doing?

I was having dinner with a dear friend the other night. For purposes of protecting her privacy, I’m not going to describe her or offer details that might provide insight into who she might be. Let’s just say she’s what we would call middle-aged and there’s nothing incredibly unique about her that is necessary to… Continue reading Past The Rejection Point.

I ran into a colleague in the breakroom at work today. I’ve known this individual for a long time. I’m going to avoid descriptors because I want to maintain the confidentiality of this person. Anyway, I’m busy getting some hot water and this individual approaches me, advising that they’ve been looking for me. When I… Continue reading Barbie, Take II.

I saw the Barbie movie. You may feel compelled to stop reading after that shared sentiment. I’m sure you’ve heard all the things or read all the things or seen all the memes. You may have heard that it was perfectly cast or that Greta Gerwig is a genius or perhaps that everyone in the… Continue reading Barbie Made Me Cry.

There’s a general feeling, I think, that people don’t care about something unless it directly affects them. I believe this is true, but I think sometimes, humans are so depraved, that even when an issue is dumped on their doorstep, they still can’t find it in their cold, dead hearts to care. Fuck the immigrants.… Continue reading Do you care, now?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the way in which we manage our stuff, our issues. I was talking to a friend and shared that I believe we don’t often let the real tough stuff rise to the surface because that means we need to do something about it. Or maybe, it means that we… Continue reading Don’t Sweat It, So Much.