We sat too close on the couch. Sure, four of us were pressed together like sacks of flour, so maybe we sat too close from circumstance rather than chemical attraction. But as our thighs touched while we all love/hate-watched Coyote Ugly over bourbon, my mind did that thing minds do…Read More
Last week, after a particularly hard class, she put on Get What You Give and turned the lights out for what she called a meditation ride. “This is your time,” she announced. “Give yourself what you need.”
It felt more like a challenge than encouragement. Because damn it, at any given moment I have no idea what I need.Read More
When I was about nine, my neighbor Kevin and I were dangerously sitting on our knees looking out the back of our school bus, waving to the line of cars behind us . Kevin, a well known prankster, was issued a citation by our bus driver. I was not.Read More
I didn’t even have the heart to cry over these spilt words. So I took some melatonin and went to sleep, angry at the 26 letters stretched across my keyboard. If I could just mash them down in the right order, I could actually create something, you know? And it’s been a long time since I created something.Read More
From my vantage point on public transit, I get a bus-eye view into the cars and lives of hundreds of weary commuters. They sip their coffee or stare at their phones instead of the road, the corners of their lips pulled down.Read More
Tuesday morning I woke up a dog-owner, knowing by lunch I wouldn’t be anymore. Which made it hard to look in the mirror as I brushed a cloud of toothpaste around my mouth. Muni - short for Muneco - was described as a 6-pound, 8-year-old, brindle, one-eyed, blind chihuahua. When I told people I was adopting a dog who could use his own seeing eye dog, people had one of two reactions...Read More
I left, my hands clean, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that motherly lie rolling off her tongue, teaching her child something much bigger than cleanliness is next to godliness. Like so many parents before her, mine included, Mom taught Daughter there’s no choice. A person has obligations. You have to do things. To fit in. To get through this world. To live.
When really, the only thing we have to do in this lifetime is die.Read More
I hate the future.
I know, that sounds petulant. Like I’m a stubborn Peter Pan of a lady, “don’t-wanna-grow-upping” all over the place. Like I’m chock full of alive privilege because I foresee a future to hate. And maybe I am those things. But that’s not going to stop me from trying to explain this whole future-hating thing with a story:Read More
You know, we redid our trust recently. My dad stacks his fork with a sliver of turkey, a blob of mashed potato, and a snow pea. No matter what happens, any inheritance we might leave you will never be community property. With that, he takes his first bite of Thanksgiving dinner and looks at me.Read More
You (yes, you!) are now one of those people who has deductions.
So, the bad news is that itemized taxes are hella more complicated than what you knew before. The good news is that deductions will save your bacon (and save your ability to buy bacon).Read More
But worse still, not only has the quantity of words gone down though, something far worse is at stake: the quality of my emails have plummeted, too. The sentences are shorter. The details vaguer. The typos aplenty. The introspectiveness dropping like a hot sweet potato accidentally inserted into a hungry mouth far too soon, and the whimsically cavalier nature of it all burned down like an unplanned forest fire till only the indifference remains.Read More
Exploratory conversations — aka interviews — are your time to give a potential client a little insight into who you are, how you work, and what you can bring to the table. Unless you're the perfect blend of chimera (metaphorically), charisma (personally), and chocolate (literally), you’ll need to do more than show up on time for a getting-to-know-all-about-you-conversation to guarantee the team on the other side of the line says, “We choose you!”Read More
All of these little mysteries are a large part of my daily discourse. Questions are how I relate not just to the world, but to people. But curiosity no longer only kills cats - it's slaying conversation, too.Read More
Enacting the Winter 2015 Act of No-Saying was proving to be a challenge for me. Easy as it was to understand saying “No” was as important as flossing daily (mmmm, cinnamon floss), actually not agreeing to do a favor or five, or accept invitations, or offer to help when I saw a need I could fill, was hard.Read More
Suddenly, “Yes” wasn’t feeling so good anymore. I was spending over 10 hours a day working – I was always busy with something – but I wasn’t doing, creating, and moving forward on what mattered most to me.Read More
It’s hard not to think about how our culture has grown to overuse or misuse an abundance of vocabulary, like awesome, epic, mind-blowing, and literally. Yet it’s no wonder we do. We want to somehow be more than our parents. We want to denote that things have changed, are changing, and will continue to change. Modifying the words we use is one way keep overuse or misuse at bay - or expand upon them.Read More
The fog draped over the rolling hills, a hijab hiding the stories they had to tell. Secrecy had been long brewed into the air, making any fresh breath a gulp of momentary relief before I plunged back into wondering if I was being a made a fool. Once I stepped on the train, I’d have a week to think about it.Read More