A few years ago, or perhaps a few more than that, I had the great pleasure of meeting a group of young women called the South Woods Warriors. My mother was a middle school teacher for many years until she retired, and during her tenure as a teacher, she pulled together a group of young… Continue reading An Ode to the Best Girls.
POSTS
Swoosh (and Miss).
Nike recently released its design for the women’s Olympic track team. Perhaps you saw it in the news. If you didn’t, let me describe it for you. It’s a leotard. It’s this purplish pinkish pattern with cartoonish font across the front that reads ‘USA,’ as well as the American flag and the Nike swoosh. The… Continue reading Swoosh (and Miss).
I Will Leave.
My father is reading “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller and shared with me the following dialogue exchange from the novel: “I will leave, if there will be trouble.” “Do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.” He asked me to contemplate these sentiments, to reflect. If I’m honest,… Continue reading I Will Leave.
So, I’m the worst?
There is something particularly gutting about someone telling you that you aren’t communicating well. That seems an overly general statement, as I’m not sure that everyone feels that way. I do. If I’m being completely candid, there are times that my brain is moving faster than my mouth. It’s my heart, too. There are all… Continue reading So, I’m the worst?
Even Steven?
I was trying to tell a friend the other day that I have been feeling unconfident about our relationship, our connection. I was feeling vulnerable and so, I was nervous, and therefore, I was fairly inarticulate. If I’m being honest with myself, I think this friend knew exactly what I was trying to get at,… Continue reading Even Steven?
Dream….Bigger.
On this blog, I’ve often pondered the notion of authenticity and also, connection. And then, the intersection between the two concepts. I think when we are struggling with a sense of who we are and what we want and what we need, the connections that we form are tenuous and threatened. I think sometimes when… Continue reading Dream….Bigger.
This Sea Has The Worst Fish.
I made the horrendous mistake of getting back on a dating site for a half a minute. I know, I know: your sister/best friend/uncle/neighbor/co-worker met the love of their lives on a dating site. I don’t doubt it. In fact, I know people who have done just that. I’m not a doubter except that, well,… Continue reading This Sea Has The Worst Fish.
Optimistic, but Fragile.
I felt real fucking salty when I woke up this morning to a flurry of messages for International Women’s Day. I’m not even sure where to begin, to be honest. Well, I guess I’ll start here… I was speaking with a close friend yesterday about future professional aspiration. I was sharing that I had been… Continue reading Optimistic, but Fragile.
Dear World.
Dear World, I’ve been thinking a lot about the decision in Alabama. You know, THE decision. I’ve wanted so much to write about it, but whatever I have to say feels insufficient. There are so many who are writing about THE decision, on all sides. There are women and men who have utilized IVF, clinicians… Continue reading Dear World.
A Case of the JetBlues.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about this week. If I’m honest, it was a doozy. There was some good stuff in there, but it started on Sunday with some trauma and I’m having trouble moving beyond it. I am hesitant to even use the word trauma, because I understand that categorization is… Continue reading A Case of the JetBlues.
thepathtoworthy.com 