Darlings, When yesterday, today and tomorrow seem to run together like a watercolor painting, I think it's easy to find solace in the blur. Unfortunately, the entirety of the past 12 months has been blurred to me. A year marred by extreme loss and profound gains. Those two extremely polarized spaces running into each other,… Continue reading Solitude and Mung Beans or why Rigor is more important than Blur.
It is October 3, 2011. I will be reminded of this date every year through the powers of social media - “How is there no AquaNet in my house?” I asked myself and deemed appropriate to share with my network as well. AquaNet, I thought, would be the deciding factor between my new job loving… Continue reading October 3 or Those Fucking Crossed Arms.
It is 2016. I am 30. Just 30 - 6 or so weeks in to the decade. I have found myself in the waiting room of Planned Parenthood down the street from my office, because as usual I think I am dying. I am bloated and spotting and have self diagnosed myself (with the… Continue reading Normal means Nothing or My Body, My Choice.
Darlings, It's Friday, I'm already in sweatpants, I can finally eat foods that aren't plain pasta and saltines without wanting to die and I find myself obsessed with a few things I’d like to share with you as I make my way back to the real world. Now, maybe some of my obsessions this week… Continue reading #Obsessed or All I want is Everything.
Darlings, After returning from our wonderful trip, I found myself with a bout of a god awful bacterial infection in my stomach. If you will indulge me in a three act play: Act One: Move your damn car. I have terrible stomach pain, which 12 hours of Bravo is not helping. Am wearing mismatched sweats… Continue reading Always Wear Sunscreen or LCF does the best of the American Medical System.
Darlings, We just got back from a whirlwind trip to England and Portugal - to celebrate Christmas with le hubs family and to ring in the New Year in a place neither of us have been before. We had such a great time, both in the seaside town where le hubs grew up in England… Continue reading RIP The worst breakfast sandwich in the world or how we spent 36 hours in Porto.
Darlings, I just got home from camp. I'm exhausted, I'm hyper emotional. I'm burnt and bruised from being out of kitchen practice and a klutz in general. But I'm also happy, refreshed and grateful once again for the experience of community. Going to camp at 13 is hard. Going to camp at 32 is… Continue reading 1700 words on my insincere desire for emotional neutrality or why I equally love and fear my time at camp.