I went to go see the Anne Frank exhibit at the Center for Jewish History last night. I was impacted far more than I expected to be. I know, you read that and perhaps reacted with some modicum of horror. How could I not expect to be shook by an exhibit addressing the story of… Continue reading A picture is worth…
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Buckle up.
I had a real doozy of a day yesterday. Generally speaking, but also, with great specificity. I had a work call that really spun me around. The good news is that it didn’t tank me as it might have in the past. Truthfully, I really want to tell you about the conversation that I had… Continue reading Buckle up.
Energy Savings.
I recently ended a friendship. Actually, I think it’s more accurate to say that I accepted the end of a friendship. I made peace with it, but only in the way that you try and reconcile a thing that you know is immovable. I think made peace with it is the most accurate description I… Continue reading Energy Savings.
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.
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.
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.
