This works especially well when you’re freaking out. — “How we spend our days, is, of course, how we spend our lives.” Annie Dillard It’s a slow metamorphosis. Taking months, years, or perhaps a decade or two, but the time will come when you realize how everything you’ve done, every choice you’ve made, no matter how slight and mundane…

Adulting is fucking hard. (Not that childing was easy — those creepy oompa loompas waddling around throwing all sorts of leering glances in your direction under white eyebrows and burnt-orange skin… did I just have a flaskback? Willy Wonka STILL freaks me out!) This modern era we’re living in, like…

It really, truly honestly comes down to this — nothing more, nothing less. Can you stop the conversation from taking place? CAN YOU STOP IT?? 🤬 Because yes, your brain doesn’t want to eat that lettuce wrap complete with creamy avocado & spicy chickpea dressing that tastes like mush when…

The other day my little guy told me some rando kid at recess called him a jerk. I was like, huh… you?? A jerk? Why’d he say that? (A little background, my younger son is the sweetest little guy I’ve ever met and for him to be called a jerk…

A case for being more interesting. — “How do you like those sneakers?” a stranger asked me of my Ons while we waited in a sloth-moving check-out line. Never knowing how little people care about impressions, I’m weary when engaging in small talk with strangers. He was an older man though — as if that makes him…

The more imperfect, the more likely you’ll do it! — I have this quote that resides just above my head in my office: “.. to decorate your inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitable alone.” …