As we drive, I can’t help but stare out the window. The truth I know is that Alberto doesn’t really speak much English and I still don’t really speak any Spanish (shame on me) and so, our best method of communication seems to be a game of charades. Smiles and pointing, wild gestures and rigorous… Continue reading Thou art abundant.
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Try, try again.
My brain is so full right now, that it’s hard to know where to start. There is just so much going on. The murder of an insurance company CEO, the fight to eliminate vaccines, the Wicked movie, the TIME cover, wildfires. My brain is quite literally filled to the brim with information. And I have… Continue reading Try, try again.
Autowalking.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Intoku.
I met someone recently that invited me to explore the concept of intoku. When I looked up what intoku meant, I found a few definitions with a common theme: good done in secret, specifically the act of doing good secretly, for its own sake. Has a similar feel to altruism, but not quite. I had… Continue reading Intoku.
All. The. Weird.
I like weird. All the weird. The weirder the better. I have always liked weird. I only label it as weird because our society has ostensibly labeled it as weird. It’s only really ever been the things that make me feel more comfortable. The uncomfortable weirdness of being human. All the things that make us… Continue reading All. The. Weird.
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