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.
Tag: writing
Thou art abundant.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Sundress, Fun Dress.
I am going to be honest- I really did not want to write about the 130 pound sundress scandal. I didn’t. Even thinking about writing about it twisted me into knots. There is so much about this viral “story” that disgusts me and then there are all the bits that poke at the insecure parts… Continue reading Sundress, Fun Dress.
The Privilege of Space.
My father (Doug) and I recently spent the day together. We do this every year for his birthday. It’s one of my favorite days of the year, hands down. It doesn’t really matter what we do, though it is usually some version of movie, meals, walk. Also, incredible conversation. Always. Mostly, Doug starts each of… Continue reading The Privilege of Space.
