Category Archives: Philosophy

Pep Talk: Almost Spring

This time of year gets really tricky. It’s the longest we’ve been in Winter mode, anxiously awaiting Spring, doubtful it will ever arrive. Historically, for me, it’s a tricky time of year as it marks a lot of loss. I’ve come to understand that the longer I live, the more loss I will sustain andContinue reading “Pep Talk: Almost Spring”

Gentle Friday

It’s been a rough week for kidlet. I’m heading off to pick her up early from her after program because Things. And I’m choosing to be soft when I get her. To connect first. And she doesn’t know this but I’ve packed her roller skates and some snacks in case that sounds nice. It’ll beContinue reading “Gentle Friday”

Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,

Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”

Fucking Fitness: Perspective from a Silver Millennial, Lesson One

Sharing some of my rage, experience, confusion, and hard learned lessons, so maybe I can help one person avoid some of that pain, frustration, and shame.

Curtain Hemmer

I hemmed the curtains in my kiddo’s room this week. I did them by hand because I don’t know how to use the machine. I lost my straight pins long ago, so I safety pinned the hem and basted it down and bam. Not beautiful, but they no longer drag on the ground and that,Continue reading “Curtain Hemmer”

Human Jellyfish

I’ve been thinking a lot about our bodies– how miraculous and baffling they are. All the different components working together, the signals, the hormones, the cues and responses. I’m trying to think about how my body works instead of just how it looks. Also, when half your face goes numb and the doctors are tryingContinue reading “Human Jellyfish”

Silver Millennial

I was brushing my hair on Tuesday and I noticed a plethora of silver hairs sprouting out like a tiara. I got so excited. It felt cheeky. See, my youthful fatalism had led me to believe I’d never grow old, we’d never survive that long. Some of y’all know what I mean— growing up withContinue reading “Silver Millennial”