What the hell happened? Seriously. It feels like overnight everything became bad for us. (And the healthy foods are constantly recalled!) You can’t eat. You can’t sleep. You can’t cook. You can’t drive. You can’t even put on lipstick without someone posting a video explaining how it’s secretly trying to kill you. The food is …
I called her Mom. She was not my mother. My own mother died when I was a teenager. A few years before that, I had met someone who would become one of my best friends. And when my mother entered the hospital—clearly, and painfully, a one-way trip—her mother became Mom. Her home was the first …
It seems that lately, every morning I wake up, look at the headlines, (silly me!) and hear Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On playing in my head. Fifty-plus years later, and somehow, we’re still asking the same damn question. Back then, the song was about war, poverty, division, injustice, and people pleading for compassion. It wasn’t …
A friend and I recently spent the afternoon together sitting on a restaurant patio enjoying a glass of wine. We sat and chatted for some time. About twenty minutes into our conversation, I realized something. Almost everything we talked about happened a decade or two ago. Remember when we took that road trip? Remember that …
I read something in James Clear’s newsletter recently that has stayed with me ever since. “The measure of a life is not what you consume, but what you contribute. Spend less time owning, consuming, taking. Spend more time giving, creating, making.” I think it landed because I’ve already been wrestling with those very thoughts. After …
Smile. Hold It. A friend recently suggested we take a selfie. Ugh. She’s got a half decade on me and somehow manages to look like my baby sister in every photo. Anyone that knows me is aware that I’ve never been a fan of photos. Not in my twenties. Not in my forties. Not even …
Notes from my journal: I’ve noticed something about myself, and I’m not sure it’s a healthy habit. I’m always looking forward to the next thing. The next trip.The next project.The next chapter.The next adventure. And then, almost as soon as I arrive, I start looking forward, or should I say worrying about what comes after …
My daughter looked at me recently with tears in her eyes and asked a question that I suspect millions of people have asked themselves. “How did I get here?” She wasn’t asking for directions. We have our phones for that, because God forbid we have to read a damn map! She was reflecting on the …
People ask me how I’m doing, and lately my answer seems to be one of two things: “I’m tired.” Or… “I’m exhausted.” I actually hear myself saying it to myself and to others who did not even ask! I say those words way too often. Here’s the strange part. I used to never get tired. …
Age Appropriate According to Who? Today I changed my top four times. Two years ago, I ruptured the bursa sac in my elbow. I tripped over some production equipment that fell in my path. If you’ve never done that, I don’t recommend it. It leaked fluid into my arm until my elbow looked like I …