yesterday, i found myself stitching by hand, sipping fruit punch and talking about having a good game of bingo with the ladies and i felt 72, not 27. of course, the other night i ate ice cream for dinner and thin mints for dessert and this morning i had cherry vanilla cake for breakfast, so […]

what i gained this weekend was perspective. i go to these retreats in hopes that i will teach them a lesson or two about life but they always end up teaching me so much more. i am in awe at what trials some go through in lives half as long as mine. i am inspired […]

now more than ever we have to be brave and live out loud. we have to tell the people in our lives we care. we have to make time for laughter. we have to create beautiful things. teach others. volunteer. give. sacrifice. pray. believe. it’s so easy to say and it’s even easier to forget, […]

the words stop sounding like my own when i know you’re there, so i am going to pretend there’s no one here but me. i’m waiting for my laundry to dry so that i can go to bed. it’s not even 9pm, but i want to slide under my covers and sip tea simmering from […]

i don’t know how to describe it but maybe you know how it is i feel. the clearest picture i can paint is a mother’s empty arms as she mourns her only child. then, i multiply it times 250,000 and that is only a fraction of the fear, grief and panic that fills my heart. […]

when i went to the bathroom this morning, there was someone in my favorite stall. there’s never anybody in my favorite stall. in fact, there’s usually nobody in the bathroom at all since i’m the only girl in this building. but this morning, it looked like someone was camped out in the bathroom: a cable-knit […]

they’re gone. the neighbors out back disappeared. one day, i saw their silver rocket peel into the alley. the next day, rima told me they were gone. the black curtain that had cloaked the living room was sitting in the trash can. the only trace left was two identical plants on the porch steps, one […]

i was starting to worry that i had forgotten my dreams, but maybe i’ve just outgrown them. maybe this is what david meant by making the late-20’s transition. “you thought you knew what you wanted but now you want something completely different.” i’m learning that i can’t control everything, that some things are beyond even […]

the thing about mr. rogers is i don’t even remember the details. i don’t remember anything about his house, i couldn’t tell you the name of any of the neighbors, i wouldn’t be able to recount any story lines. i can only see his smiling face. i just remember that i would walk home from […]

so, it turns out i’ve been doing this for four years. four. i remember when one year was a big deal, two was pretty impressive and three, three was like, oh my gosh, i have spent a lot of time on the internet, haven’t i scary. but four? four is just pretty darned silly. four […]