I had a trusted colleague ask me today why I’ve stayed in a particularly unbearable situation for as long as I have. The question was not critical or assumptive. It was plainly asked with an air of naked curiosity. “Oh, I don’t know,” I replied, “I think I just always thought I didn’t deserve better.”… Continue reading Autowalking.
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Turf Your Gratitude.
There is a house in my neighborhood that installed turf instead of planting grass. For some time, I’ve run past it and felt something. Uncomfortable, maybe. Itchy. I’ve told myself not to look at it, like avoiding the flattened, rotting carcasses of small animals who have been the victims of cars driving too fast to… Continue reading Turf Your Gratitude.
Can I NOT?
Two girlfriends recently shared dating horror stories with me. And not the kind of stories you might imagine when you consider dating in 2024. When considering how fraught online dating is, which seems to be the primary method these days, my mind might go to someone who is married but, in his feels, or who… Continue reading Can I NOT?
Getting Lost.
Dedicated to John, a mentor and dear friend. Someone I care for a great deal lost someone they care for a great deal recently. I will not tell that story. I will tell another story. And, I want to start in a rather strange place. That phrase I just wrote. Just typed. Lost. I’ve heard… Continue reading Getting Lost.
Single Issue Shopping.
An old friend, or perhaps an acquaintance, recently posted something mildly derogatory about “liberals.” I’ve stayed mostly silent in the face of such things, for a few reasons. First and most pointedly, I think that social media battles are not the most effective methods for meaningful communication. I’m not sure what changed things for me.… Continue reading Single Issue Shopping.
It’s Hate Season, Baby.
I was thinking today about Halloween. Apropos because, well, it IS Halloween. I personally love this holiday. It brings joy to my heart. I don’t love the scary shit (though I can’t say I hate it) but I love everything else. Pumpkins, crunchy leaves, babies in minion onesies, and tiny packages of candy. It’s just… Continue reading It’s Hate Season, Baby.
Happy birthday, CC.
I think I’ve spoken about this before, but I’ve typically been a person who keeps things close to the vest. I haven’t analyzed it much, but I think there’s part of me that acknowledges it’s at least a little bit about control. Do you remember playing telephone as a kid? Did you? I did. The… Continue reading Happy birthday, CC.
Welcome home, Eloise.
Mom and I visited The Old Yew Plant Shop in Chelsea. I just cannot resist a good plant shop. They call to me. I don’t always buy a plant, but I love to visit, to gawk, to admire, to ask questions. It’s just the absolute cutest place, so if you are in the area- make… Continue reading Welcome home, Eloise.
Name Your Price.
I was asked recently to value myself. A monetary value. A dollar amount. How much do I think I’m worth? That thought process nearly exploded my brain because I couldn’t stop coming back to the notion about how we assign ourselves value. I work in real estate finance and was discussing property values with a… Continue reading Name Your Price.
My Bad.
This opener is going to sound outrageously unoriginal, but bear with me. Please. I heard a story recently about a woman who discovered infidelity in her marriage. I’m not going to share too much in the way of details. I’m just going to share that she decided (which is her own, very personal decision), not… Continue reading My Bad.
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