As a kid, I looked forward to the last day of school like anyone else. Through the intensity and stress of April and May exams and final essays, the prospect of three whole months stretching in front of me, filled only with a mindless summer job and gymnastics workouts, seemed a golden light pulling me… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: Crawling Back
In a world of click-bait and marketing and advice-giving (because now everyone with an internet connection is an expert), this is the time of year we get inundated with end-of-year lists. The best of, the worst of, top 10s, top 50s, of last year. The ways to make next year the greatest ever - what… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee: That Time of Year
I must have hit the snooze button three times this morning. I don’t remember any of them (sorry, Josh). As I boiled water for the coffee, I spent ten minutes in meditation. I use the app Headspace, which has all sorts of guided meditations, including series focusing on a topic or theme. I’m in the… Continue reading Tuesday Morning Coffee Blog: Accepting
Feeling grateful when the world seems to be falling apart.
For as many women posted something with the hashtag #metoo, and for those who didn’t, there are as many emotions and opinions about the effort and what it means. I realize that many men can also share a #metoo story, but I’m not a man and this is about my reactions as a woman. So,… Continue reading #MeToo… And
An unedited transcript of today's journal entry.
I opened a document and then started inspecting my nails. I’ve never had great fingernails. I bit them as a kid… and as an adult. I no longer chew them down to the nubs. But I catch myself biting them when I’m nervous, when I’m bored, when I’m both. Or even if I don’t take… Continue reading Nail-biter