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.
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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.
Broken Bowls.
“You can put a broken thing back together- it’s just going to be different.” That was a sentiment that resonated with me when I recently listened to an episode of ‘This American Life.’ The episode (#827) was premised on the tale of Humpty Dumpty- the fella who had a great fall and couldn’t put himself… Continue reading Broken Bowls.
Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
“So, you have a whole bunch of invitations- you just don’t want to accept them, right?” asked Sus. Sure. Sort of. Not really. I did, I do, have a few Fourth of July plan offers. And for that, I am grateful. And also, confused. Maybe confused isn’t the right word to use. I can’t quite… Continue reading Happy I’m-Sorry-My-Independence-Makes-You-Uneasy Day.
Little Bites of Feeling.
I was talking to one of my closest friends a few weeks ago and I shared an experience that I recently had and my conclusion that I am not certain there are any normal single guys out there in my age bracket. Of course, I qualified this statement with the notion that I’m not exactly… Continue reading Little Bites of Feeling.
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