You’d think with all this pandemicky time on my hands I’d be spitting out blog posts left and right. Turns out that’s not happening, clearly. In fact, not a whole lot has been happening lately. Amiright? Are we nearing the end of COVID or not? Do we need a mask when walking from the car…
Goodbyes
An ode to the Big City
found this little ditty in the archives of my phone today. My friend Paulina read it aloud as we sat in the sun getting our first sunburn of the season. Right now I'm sitting in my living room, dwarfed by stacks of boxes big and small. To my right, the three foot Skier Santa from…
A Witch Named Regret
Decisions. We make hundreds of them a day. Most are not very important. Cold Brew or Latte? Black joggers or Lululemon speed tights? Red wine or white? (Let’s be serious these days it’s all the wine). Alas, day in and day out, as we bob and weave through the endless options and choices and routes…
Forever the Notorious, Forever the Just
You might remember a post I wrote earlier this year entitled 2020. I hate this movie. No? Well, honestly, I don’t remember what it was about either so don’t worry. Regardless, it turns out 2020 isn’t a move after all. It seems H1 was the pilot for a very dark mini-series (one I pray doesn’t…
Little Fires Everywhere
It appears to be that time again in the pandemic, everyone seems to be on edge. It’s almost like a witching hour is upon us, if our COVID reality existed in the microcosm of one banal spring day. As I sit here writing on our deck, dawn is breaking overhead. I can hear it. But…
For Mimi
It’s my favorite time of the year. I’m happy. I’ve just moved. Things are happening. But more about that later. Tonight, it’s Thanksgiving eve and I’m with Steve and Pop-pop (Ding Ding). Just the three of us. I can’t imagine living without Pop-pop, my dad’s father. He’s been a constant in my life since infancy,…
Miss you, Jeffrey.
It’s funny the things we remember during times of complete emotional upheaval. You may not even realize you’re in a state of shock as you go through the motions of the day, getting from point A to point B. It’s like when you’re driving home from a long day of work only to realize you’ve…
Holiday Highs and Sad Goodbyes
I think over the course of January I attempted to write my inaugural 2019 blog post at least eight times. One, which I’ll post at another time, was about a bubble bath (it was a long month) while others I wrote dabbled in the same “New Year, New Me” BS I mock relentlessly at the…
I Remember
Where were you when the planes hit? What were you wearing? Were you eating? Sitting at work? Sitting in class? What did you think when you were told? How did you feel? Were you scared? It has been 17 years since that day, and I can remember it like it was yesterday. Not because I…
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
When bad things happen in our lives there seem to be a whole host of justifications one might hear from peanut galleries far and wide. “The universe gives you what you can handle.” “When it rains it pours.” “Bad news comes in threes.” These super trite and unhelpful little tidbits have begun to ignite a…
The Dog Hair Diaries 