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.
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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.
Battles at Dawn.
I want to tell you that it’s silent just before the sun comes up. Mostly, it is. It’s quiet in a way where there are only the barest of noises that I’m accustomed to. The grinding brakes of municipal vehicles and the soft, but urgent chirps of birds and the rhythmic footfall of fellow morning… Continue reading Battles at Dawn.
Put Me In, Coach.
I hired a coach recently. I realize how privileged that statement is, and I want to first acknowledge that point. I have the resources to pay for a coach and the free time to be coached. For this, I am grateful. I mean it. That is not a throw away statement. This is not a… Continue reading Put Me In, Coach.
All Fail the Racists.
I’ve seen a lot of ALF cartoons floating around the last few days. I imagine you have too, unless you are hiding somewhere under a rock. President Trump made a statement that was objectively unhinged and the interweb went wild. I want to be clear that I have a sense of humor. I do. And… Continue reading All Fail the Racists.
Anxious Baby.
I thought today about all the ways in which I suffered with anxiety at a young age. Anxiety before it was a thing. Anxiety before it was a hash tag or the topic for several reels or the reason why everyone needs accommodations and therapy. And don’t get me wrong. They should. We should. Everyone… Continue reading Anxious Baby.
Dr. Bunsen Honeydew Saved Me. Sort of.
I was at a good friend’s apartment last night, and he brought up Bunsen Honeydew. Actually, I made a sound that was Beaker like, and the conversation turned to Bunsen. In case these names are foreign to you, these are characters from the Muppets. Why were we talking about the Muppets? Well, it’s age appropriate… Continue reading Dr. Bunsen Honeydew Saved Me. Sort of.
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