In the final hours of my Pop-pop’s incredible life, my aunt, uncle and I sat around his bed and shared stories. We talked about our family and loved ones, the many people Pop-pop knew and impacted and how much his love and devotion meant to all of us. We assured him we’d be okay –…
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Saturday Mornings
It has been forever since I've written, so long in fact it's made the task of setting out and writing again even more monumental than it should be. What should I write? A lot has happened in the (more than a) year since I last posted here. Then I thought, just write something. Rip the…
A Beach Scene
I'm writing from the beach today, my favorite beach. It's startlingly empty for noon on Saturday, July 3rd thanks to the cold front that so patriotically settled on the eastern coast on Friday afternoon. It's windy. Every few gusts of northwesterly wind one will whip an artic blast off the 60-degree waves that gives me…
Life’s Creative Seam
I walk around all day with a voice in my head – apparently my very good friend Paulina does as well. This year it’s been especially chatty, something I assume has to do with the end-of-days vibe CNN so joyfully puts to music from dawn until, well, dawn. I’ve also spent more time alone this…
The Twilight Zone
I have done everything tonight except write. I went to dinner. I cleaned the living room. I scooped Steve two bowls of ice cream (after he nixed the first incredulously, insisting he dropped a hint at dinner he wanted vanilla for dessert… I know, I know, the things we do for love). I walked Hudson.…
Head in the Clouds
This morning I find myself yet again at a beach, seated with my legs crossed in the sand. I'm awaiting a 5:34 sunrise. Plagued by some first-night-of-vacation insomnia, last night’s sleep was like a silent TABATA workout. But instead of Robin yanking me from interval to interval pleather disco leggings blinding me from afar, I…
Burning (Wo)man
Typically on work calls, all of which are now via zoom or GTM (the worst), I rotate the same tried and true one liners at various stages of the meeting. During intros I'll throw in some banter when Patricia from Billing/HR mentions she wears SO many hats... "hat-aficionado/actual CEO #amiright!?" KNEE SLAPPER. JK, but these moments…
Dugout Epiphanies
Like most of my endeavors, my thirty days of DHD was a colossal failure. I say that not in a self-deprecating way, honestly. But I'm back, at least for now. Naturally I have so much to say. And, as evidenced by what you’re about to read, I have absolutely no idea where to start. Let's…
Three’s Company
So it’s day three of this thirty day sprint during which I’ve committed to writing a post every single day. Seems like it would be a breeze, right? Aside from work, which ebbs and flows, I’ve got nowhere to go but the laundry room. But, humans (or maybe just me) are astonishing in their ability…
Snacky Snacks and Panic Attacks
Pandemic quarantine. Stay home, save lives. Shelter in place. #Alonetogether. Social distancing. Regardless of the words you’re using to describe this period in our lives, I think we can all admit things are pretty weird right now. Given we’re 48 days into this new living arrangement, I’ve had some time on my hands. Mostly I’ve…
The Dog Hair Diaries 