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.
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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.
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.
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.
Dear Mr. Butker.
Dear Mr. Butker, I paused before crafting this correspondence, for so many reasons. You are, as they say, viral at this very moment. Your commencement speech at Benedictine College has drawn attention like none other than I’m aware of. You have your supporters and those who strongly object to you and your words, and then,… Continue reading Dear Mr. Butker.
Don’t grab ’em anywhere.
I had drinks with a friend last night after work. We met to swap war stories and catch up on life. She’s a newer friend but a human that I liked nearly the second I met her. You know when you meet someone and you just know, almost immediately? That was this person. And, I… Continue reading Don’t grab ’em anywhere.
An Ode to the Best Girls.
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.
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.
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