Long time, no blog! 🙂 I’ve had this post milling in my thoughts for some time now, and you’ll soon see why I had to wait until now to write it. It was an incredible holiday season this year, much better than the previous holidays. I was super into it, work was busy and incredible, … Continue reading
Sunday, 6pm: kneeling down to lock the door at work after a long, satisfying week. I was saying goodbye to a dear friend and her baby who had come to visit and we lingered in the doorway, chatting. Then, as it happens rarely but surely a few times during one’s lifetime, I had the unique, definite … Continue reading
Happy Sunday, y’all. Got this one in my inbox this morning. Thank you, dear Anonymous, for sharing your story. I remember when this happened to me. Four terrible months of crying daily. And then, in the span of a few minutes, the change. The realization that life could go on. That love is our only … Continue reading
My sister and I went to a Taylor Swift concert on Tuesday. Everyone starts out wanting to hate Taylor Swift, me included, a few years ago. And if you still hate her, you clearly don’t know enough about her…because she is generous, she is dorky, she is kind, and she has a way of translating … Continue reading
They were always running. Even their sprint toward you was them running from something else. For a time you were a safe haven, an escape from the flames. You relaxed into their embrace, even while anxiously hearing the crackling of the fire, much too close for comfort. But do you know what happens when someone on fire … Continue reading
Have you ever noticed that when it comes to letting something go, we get all agitated and resistant? It’s like when people talk about having a gratitude practice or meditating — science has shown over and over that these practices absolutely increase happiness, and yet we’re totally resistant to them and get borderline annoyed by … Continue reading
“It should be called ‘Small Life, Sad Life’,” I said to my husband over lunch. “All I do is write about grief. Breakups and death and feeling suicidal.” “No,” he said. “Dealing with that stuff is part of having a small life. And you write about getting to the other side of grief.” “Hmm,” I … Continue reading
It was Christmas Eve, 2012. I’d been at work all day, watching happy customers come and go, arms amply filled from shoulder to wrist with bags full of gifts for their loved ones. It had drizzled the night before (this is Los Angeles, after all, so there’s no snow here), so the parking lot was … Continue reading
small life, slow life 