watering with words
I’m officially at the stage in my life where I prioritize comfort over cuteness. If you catch me looking cute, on any given day, it’s because I got lucky with some comfy, cute clothes. My plantar fasciitis dictates the kind of shoes I can wear, so you won’t find me dead in a pair of... Continue Reading →
Well, that was an interesting weekend. Very somber, indeed. No matter how hard I tried to escape the feelings that came as a result of the Supreme Court’s decision, I just couldn’t do it. I went through a series of emotions. Anger. Frustration. Sadness. Fear. Absolute terror. How could this be? What the hell is... Continue Reading →
I was four years old when my parents split up. I don’t remember crying about it or being terribly sad, but I do remember that life changed a little bit and I would only see my dad every once in a while. Over the course of the next few years, I had a recurring dream... Continue Reading →
Hello and good day to you! If you haven’t heard the latest rumor on the street, I released my podcast (This is EZ With Friends) last Tuesday. I did so only after a heated debate with myself about whether it was ready or not. No better time than the present is what I’m told. I... Continue Reading →
Whoever said “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” may have been a little out of touch. Words can absolutely hurt. They can heal. They can empower. They can make or break relationships. It’s why the phrases “think before speaking” and “choose your words wisely” came into existence. Yesterday... Continue Reading →
Happy Tuesday after a long weekend! These Tuesdays are hard because they feel like Mondays, but we’re going to be okay. Friday will be here before we know it. First of all - a special thank you to all of the people who reached out with messages of love and support after I poured myself... Continue Reading →
It was twelve years ago now that I seriously contemplated driving my car into the center divider of the 105 freeway. I was crying, I was tired, and I had no idea why I felt this way. A million thoughts raced through my head. I didn’t call anyone to ask for help, I held on... Continue Reading →
It has been about two years since I started this blog. It wasn’t always public. I spent the first year in the shadows - hiding from other people and not writing very often. Maybe once a month I would force myself to draft something up. A handful of my first entries never made the cut... Continue Reading →
The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →
My Papuchi promoted deep suffering on Good Friday. He was a devout Catholic, and as such, was super into the guilt and sacrifice movement. It was hard to feel guilty and sad on Good Fridays, though, because my cousins would come into town for Easter which would, honestly, make for an incredible time. Simpler times,... Continue Reading →
this is EZ with friends 