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.
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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.
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.
Love. Better.
I think about Valentine’s Day, but maybe not in the way that you think I think about it. I am not despondent on this day of love. I do not lament my single status or bemoan my past relationships. I am not bitter, nor am I resentful of those who have love in all shapes… Continue reading Love. Better.
Carve Out the Bad Sh*t.
I just read the short story Tender by Cherline Bazile. I’m a great lover of short stories for so many reasons, and I desire to write them well, but alas, I’d have to condense my words and thoughts and that is not a forte of mine. Anyway, I digress. I don’t want to give away… Continue reading Carve Out the Bad Sh*t.
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