Minuscule Moments of Joy

How are you doing today? Honestly. Have you taken any time to check in with yourself, to ask exactly what it is your mind, body and soul are craving? In the modern world, we're often in such a rush and bombarded by so many distractions that we fail to check in with ourselves. I hope... Continue Reading →

A Burden and A Gift

I entered 2019 with exceedingly high hopes. Health, wealth, prosperity and new beginnings were surely waiting on the other side of midnight. Though I know that January 1st is an arbitrary date, I had dreamed of leveraging its symbolism. If healthy eating, light exercise, meditation, affirmations and being proactive weren't quite enough, maybe the promise... Continue Reading →

In Sickness and In Health

There is a nasty bug traveling around in my neck of the woods and, for the first time in several years, I caught it. After twelve days of soothing my fever, snot, and persistent irritability, my boyfriend began began developing symptoms. Oops. We were both gifted the full post-Christmas shebang: fever, chills, sneezing, cough, sinus... Continue Reading →

The Art of Acquiescence

The year is 2018, and it's been a rough one. The last 300-some-odd days have been filled with debilitating illness, medications that exacerbate the existing symptoms, false allegations that could have landed me in federal prison, no action being taken against the true criminal in my workplace, the lost of my best friend over behaviors... Continue Reading →

A Love Letter To Myself (And To You)

In my early twenties, I developed the habit of drafting up little love notes on particularly lonely days, leaving them tucked inside library books and waiting on park benches. I never stuck around long enough to see the recipients, but I always felt so much happier and more connected after my secretive love bombs. Maybe... Continue Reading →

Don’t Forget to Polish Your Pyramid

My brain has been shot the last several months, so I've resorted to using my old journal as prompts. I'm slightly embarrassed by the poorly-formed ideas of my younger self, yet also so proud of her tenacity, insight, and compassionate nature. I'm grateful for the clues left behind by my lost and wandering mid-twenty-something self.... Continue Reading →

One Little Ball of Dirt

I attended Catholic school as a child and vividly remember the excitement as blaring sirens drew hundreds of of plaid skirts and navy shorts into a dozen single-file lines. When the monthly fire drills went well, the principal--a stern, gray-haired nun--would announce a "free dress day." The prospective of leaving my stiff skirts and collared shirt... Continue Reading →

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