Dear Men on dating apps- 1) I get it, you have a dog. Or it’s your sister’s dog. Or you rented that dog as click-bate to get me to like you. Ok, so it’s working. But not everyone on this planet has a cute puppy so where are all the puppies coming from? Is there… Continue reading A service announcement for Online dating
Answering the un-answerable
In New York in April, over the sound of conversations and loud music Therese leaned into me and said: "You need to write a blog so people can experience your writing, life is hard and your words are so lush. I think underneath it all, that is what everyone is striving for-a lushness in their… Continue reading Answering the un-answerable
Hopeful with grace
I was never an incredibly strong ballerina, but I loved it. It was the moments in my life when I felt strong as well as delicate, a perfect balance of athleticism and art, masculine and feminine. It has always been just want I needed no matter where I was during my day. I do notice… Continue reading Hopeful with grace
The Search
I go peeking for you all over you, man I don't know yet. I try and search out your characteristics like a dog would sniff out a fox. I look into the eyes of baristas and check out clerks asking the un-ask-able question: Is it you? It isn't. I know you will show when I… Continue reading The Search
swear not by the moon
When the clock struck midnight on New Years, I was standing on the freezing beach in Delaware under the brightest moon glowing on the bundled faces of Mom and Dad, Mackenzie, Rickie, Kyle and Kelly. And of course, Liam the black lab. I looked up at the stars and out at the darkness of the… Continue reading swear not by the moon
Re-finding Twelve
I recently read Susan Branch's novel "Martha's Vineyard, Isle of Dreams" and in it she describes a delicious morning of reading in bed, in the perfect breezy weather, with her cat curled on her legs in her dreamy bedroom. Dealing with major heartache and upheaval; she was coming back to herself in small ways and… Continue reading Re-finding Twelve
Old joy, still joy; an ode
Dear Shabby-Chic-bedspread-that-I-love, I must first say thank you. There, that is a good way to start this. Thank you. This is a love letter. And love letters should always start with gratitude. Thank you for being the perfect shade of green. A green not to minty and not too leafy but somewhere in the middle.… Continue reading Old joy, still joy; an ode
Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Here’s what they don’t tell you about life: it's mostly made of being uncomfortable. Sorry, I know, what an opening line. People always says “Beginnings can be tough!” and “Endings are so sad!” but you know what they aren’t saying? “Getting your feet under you is a really confusing and energy exhausting experience.” Whoops. Left… Continue reading Here’s what they don’t tell you…
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