sustainable systems & storytelling
One of my boyfriend's favorite bands is in town for two nights this week. Many months ago--back when I could sometimes stay up until 9pm--he bought a set of pit tickets...for both nights. Now, he's in a bit of a pickle. Should he sell the two sets of tickets and pocket the $600? Should he go... Continue Reading →
When my boyfriend and I first began dating, it quickly became clear that while I preferred schedules, he enjoyed going with the flow. A perfect example of this was when, just a month into our relationship, he proposed that we do something spontaneous so I could experience the uncertainty and excitement of a blank to-do... Continue Reading →
After a brief hiatus, I am continuing Elizabeth Gilbert's online course, What is Creative Living? The third portion of the course involves identifying the ways in which we serve our creative life, and the ways in which we needlessly sacrifice joy. Humans have been making art for 30,000 years, and you can bet that the earliest artists... Continue Reading →
I've been rather isolated over the several months, trying to keep my sanity and find ways to be productive as my body struggles through the fatigue, nausea, and impending threat of coccidial meningitis. The other day, I read a quote from Yara Bashraheel that really resonated with me: "Maybe home is nothing but two arms... Continue Reading →
My boyfriend is a bit of a smartass. Whether pranks (like the April Fool's Day he convinced his father that Costco was closing and my mother that we were expecting), puns (which his mother refers to as two-thirds of a pun--a "P U") or miscellaneous silliness (like caressing my hair with a creepy "little hand"... Continue Reading →
Last fall, I went on a road trip with my boyfriend. We stopped to buy groceries before reaching the cabin and I noticed two linked puzzle pieces on the ground. Just a moment earlier, I had made a comment about how I felt we were made for each other, like two adjacent puzzle pieces finally... Continue Reading →
My good friend recently went through a breakup, and her therapist suggested that maybe she didn't listen to her inner voice when entering the relationship; maybe she ignored the little voice that told her that he wasn't a great fit. I think may of us do just that when it comes to our relationships, jobs,... Continue Reading →
I never wrote poems about love until you stepped into my life. Now, I cannot stop.
It began years ago. I was ten. My parents had taken me and my brother to the children’s theatre to see Puss in Boots. It was a great show. I loved it. My mom even bought me a plush Puss with removable boots. I couldn’t have been happier, or so I thought. I ate my... Continue Reading →
