Today in CardioBarre, I tried for the umpteenth time to get my toe pointed, foot at the right angle, leg moving in the right direction, with my back flat and holding onto the bar equally with both hands without gripping and/or rotating my body too far in one direction. It didn’t work. “You have to … Continue reading
The first time I ever laid eyes on Animal Crossing, our childhood nanny Vanessa was playing it on Nintendo GameCube, and my eyes weren’t sure what they were seeing. It was cutesy, with sweet music, vaguely Japanese-esque, with little animal characters who hovered near tiny houses and talked like Charlie Brown’s parents. “What is that?” … Continue reading
I sat in my therapist’s office on Friday, trying to find any other subject to talk about instead of the one prominently on my mind. I don’t get to see her that often (maybe once a month?), and I talked about absolutely everything else. Until I finally said, “So, today is day 100 of writing. … Continue reading
Today was 99% wonderful. V was really restless last night, and between her and C and Rolo sleeping (what felt like) completely on top of me, I didn’t sleep at all. But C granted me extra in-bed-alone time this morning and took V downstairs solo. (Thank you husband.) So by the time I hit my … Continue reading
There is a whiteboard that hangs on the wall next to our kitchen, lined with boxes that make up the calendar of our lives. Each month, I fill out my work schedule, V’s childcare schedule, and any notable events like weddings or parties or social obligations. I had to do the December schedule today, and … Continue reading
It’s here. It is over. This is Day 100; I have written here every single day for one hundred days. I can’t believe it. I feel fulfilled, alive, and sad. (I also still haven’t decided if I’m breaking up with the Oxford comma, or not.) Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? –Vampire Weekend … Continue reading
I am currently writing in a Starbucks. Since having a child, this is something that is totally unheard of. A luxury too grand to even long for. It happens to be the same Starbucks where the idea for this blog first dropped into my mind, wholly complete and so hot and urgent that I was … Continue reading
Danielle LaPorte (I know, I know, I’m talking about her a lot lately) once burned twenty years worth of journals. Twenty. Years. Here were her reasons why: REASONS FOR THE BIG BURN I’m not really interested in the idea of leaving a legacy. If I die tomorrow and vanish from everyone’s memories, fine by me. … Continue reading
I was late to work today. I had it wrong in my calendars (both of them), and it was an unusual start time, and actually starting at that time would have put me into overtime, but regardless, I was late today. It was one of those things, where although it was completely my fault, it … Continue reading
It’s just past 4pm and already the light is receding; C and V will be home from the park soon. I used to need entire days to myself to recharge. Now, an hour alone to shower, sip coffee and read or write a little feels like a week-long vacation. Thank you husband, for giving me … Continue reading
small life, slow life 