We rolled in today slowly, gently, in comfy clothes. We spent a long time at the park with V’s cousins, had lunch, ran around the mall, and mostly stayed at home on the couch, snuggling and having snacks. When that got boring, we asked Alexa to play upbeat 80’s music and had a dance party. … Continue reading
I didn’t notice the darkness give way to the sun streaming through the blinds. I didn’t notice V sleeping beside me, still as a stone, much later than usual. For once in the last few days, my throat didn’t hurt, and snuggled together under warm blankets, we slept on. If any of that had been … 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
I remember when I started this blog. I had become recently jobless, by way of walking out of said job in a dramatic fashion. And then I spent the next few weeks wandering my boyfriend’s neighborhood with absolutely nothing to do. Often, I’d go to Starbucks with a bone dry cup from the day before, … Continue reading
It happened today. All of the tension from the last couple of weeks, boiling hot, bubbling over, and then, ker-splat. I left my in-laws’ house so frustrated. With myself, for not speaking up. With my daughter, for behaving in the most nightmarish way possible, a way that she literally doesn’t even act except around them. … Continue reading
Black Friday never ceases to amaze me. I personally don’t have the stomach for it, from a consumer’s perspective. I remember very clearly a few years ago, circling the parking lot of the mall where I now work, and eventually giving up after thirty minutes looking for a spot and not finding anything. There is … Continue reading
small life, slow life 