watering with words
I have this little voice inside my head that keeps me going in dark moments. She’s delusional, which is required of anyone trying to manifest good things. At the end of a long and treacherous day, she pops in and reminds me that all is well. There is a divine order to the moments in... Continue Reading →
Happy Sunday morning to all of my readers on PST, and happy day or night to the rest of you beautiful people. How is everyone doing? This is not rhetorical. I really want to know. Drop something in the comments. Text me. DM me. Email me. Send me a postcard by messenger pigeon. Connect with... Continue Reading →
Lately I’ve been feeling inspired to try out different recipes. I like cooking my own food because it makes me feel in control of my own nutrition. It’s much easier to just order take out and be done with it, but I like the feeling of accomplishment. I like inviting people over and having them... Continue Reading →
I enjoy blogging and podcasting so much, that I can’t even tell you. It lights me up inside to press the publish button and know that I’m creating these small records of my existence. I love connecting with people in this way and hope that my words will give somebody comfort or make them feel... Continue Reading →
When I was in my early twenties, I went through my mom’s record collection and discovered the album “Hey” by Julio Iglesias. It was the soundtrack of a time in my life when I was considering whether or not I wanted to stay in a relationship or not. I would listen to it on my... Continue Reading →
I deleted social media on Saturday, after I arrived in Cancun, and I feel as light as a feather. I could give credit to the massage that I got upon arrival, but I need to speak on this for a moment. I am not shitting on social media. I am aware of what a useful... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 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 →
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