ever seeking a right-fit life
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 →
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 →
Two weeks ago, I wrote about being sick, broke, and homeless. Repeatedly, I've been reminding myself that it's all about perspective. My in-laws just returned from India, where poverty was uncomfortably rampant. My good friend's boyfriend moved out without explanation, and then returned back the next day with the loaded moving truck and a half-hearted... Continue Reading →
Right now, I'm sick, broke, and homeless. As the old adage goes, "when it rains, it pours." As much as I want to curse the sky for soaking me to the core, I need to remember that I can pull out an umbrella or step inside whenever I'd like. “Emotionally we have many problems, but these... Continue Reading →
existential ergonomics 
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