I am standing overlooking a sea of men, men of all different shapes and sizes and ages. I imagine the Uber driver’s voice in my head, gravelly, with a touch of humor, asking about this “uniform.” My colleague and I advised him that it was unofficial, at best, but both left out the part that… Continue reading Let’s Change the Uniform.
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We don’t have to pause- we can talk, actually.
I went to the eye doctor today. I have this thing going on that I don’t really understand other than in the purest form of irony, I’m running out of tears. Or maybe that’s the opposite of irony, because it feels like a given that I’d eventually hit a drought. Anyway, there was a nurse… Continue reading We don’t have to pause- we can talk, actually.
Giddy Up.
I had all of these ideas about how I was going to close out the year and then, abandoned them all. There was a part of me that wanted to write something wholly profound to say goodbye to 2025 and usher in 2026. The first thing that really occurred to me was all the stuff… Continue reading Giddy Up.
The End of an Era?
I think that there has been a lot of talk this year about the choices and rights of women. There’s been a lot of chatter amongst powerful rich, white men and men with less resources and men of different races and ethnicities. And then, as if the joined voices of the misaligned patriarchy were not… Continue reading The End of an Era?
The Grieving Season.
I was thinking about grief today. I know- a strange bedfellow to the joy of the holiday season. Or is it? Specifically, I was thinking about the way in which I’m grieving the versions of me I’m trying to leave behind. The worst bit, I think, is that I started this little journey into self-growth… Continue reading The Grieving Season.
Under re-Cover.
Merriam Webster defines recovery as follows: 1: the act, process, or an instance of recovering especially : an economic upturn (as after a depression) 2: the process of combating a disorder (such as alcoholism) or a real or perceived problem What a small definition. What a teeny tiny explanation for something that’s really so major. This morning I ran for… Continue reading Under re-Cover.
Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
This time of year, is pure nostalgia. Tidbits of memories that float on a crisp fall breeze, darting under raised coat collars and in between still ungloved fingers. Memories that twirl around my belly and tickle my lips and sit in my belly. So many Thanksgivings through so many different phases of life. The children’s… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving- or something like that.
Achilles, the heel?
I pull my collar up as I walk down the sidewalk, attempting to protect my exposed ears from the sharp wind. It’s no use. November in Long Beach is chilly and raw. The streets feel desolate-the closed, dark shop windows making everything feel infinitely creepier. I don’t regret walking Nicole to her car, but I’m… Continue reading Achilles, the heel?
The Antidote to Hate.
She is ambling down the sidewalk-her baby legs reminding me of one of those dogs that can either be walked or placed comfortably in a purse. Her leggings are cranberry colored, and the puffer jacket that makes her diminutive frame look only slightly bigger than a minute, is something akin to fuchsia, but it works.… Continue reading The Antidote to Hate.
Falling.
I watch the leaves gently swirl- hovering just above the pavement. They are dancing, circling each other in a way that is all at once rhythmic and chaotic. It is mesmerizing, this feat of nature, and my anxiety is dissipating. The tightness in my back is slowly releasing and my jaw, unclenching. Moving my car… Continue reading Falling.
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