But you can’t get to any of these truths by sitting in a field smiling beatifically, avoiding your anger and damage and grief. Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don’t have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses … Continue reading
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Small Life, Slow Life: 40/100 {Gluten-free In-n-Out burgers + oven-baked crispy French fries!}
Today was the second Monday in my “make dinner four Mondays in a row” goal! I’ve been thinking about what I would make today for over a week. I wanted to make something that felt like a treat, but with much better ingredients. My daughter loves French fries, but we never give them to her … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 39/100 {Motherhood is made up of moments.}
I got to be in nature for a long stretch of time today, twice. Which, despite our proximity to the beach and mountains, is not something that happens a lot around here. For the first stretch, I got up at 6:45am and went with Darcy to Topanga Lookout for a sunrise yoga practice & talk … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 38/100 {Closure.}
Earlier today, a commenter asked me if I believe in closure. My exact response to her was: I believe in closure for everyone. Young, old. Long relationship, short relationship. It may not come when you want it. But it will always come. Tonight, that very exact thing happened. To me. When I was in sixth grade, I was in a group … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 37/100 {Happy engaged-aversary!}
Five years ago today, my husband, C, proposed. Never heard the story? Don’t worry; I wrote all about it, here, five years ago. I wasn’t sure about marrying C. I mean, we’d broken up a lot of times. All of them were difficult. At times we seemed to bring out the worst in one another. … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 36/100 {The world you desired can be won.}
I don’t know about Ayn Rand (I actually trudged through the entirety of Atlas Shrugged), but I do love this quote. Sometimes, during this year and a half that nothing has changed for me professionally despite many promises and almosts, I have lost sight; I have let that fire go out; I have been in … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 35/100 {H is for “hippo.”}
Tonight was the night I just really didn’t want to blog. I had nothing to say, I didn’t feel like it. I just wanted a free pass. I’m just over a third of the way through this #100daysofblogging challenge, and I was getting nervous that I’m already running out of things to say. “Letter Q, … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 34/100 {The lesson from a skinned knee.}
The smallest thing happened. And it is driving me crazy. I skinned my knee. At work. A week ago. “Oh, no biggie,” I thought. I mean, I used to be a child. I’ve had my share of skinned knees. I figured it would scab in like a day and heal quickly. Wrong. 1. It’s been … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 33/100 {The roast chicken challenge.}
The last time I attempted to roast a chicken, C and I were newlyweds and we realized it was raw after we had carved it, and had to put it back in the oven. I never got over it and haven’t even dared to touch a whole chicken since. But I’ve been really goal-oriented lately, … Continue reading
Small Life, Slow Life: 32/100 {A thankless love.}
I don’t know how the love between a mother and her child goes wrong. I know that it does, because I see it everywhere. Girls rolling their eyes at their mothers. Snapping between mother and son. Estrangement. Disappointment. But I don’t know how it happens. Maybe it’s just life, and relationships, and similar to the … Continue reading