Last year, at this time, I was still living in hope. I was living with a promise, and I hadn’t yet experienced the worst day of my life. (The worst day of your life so far… I have to add) #simpsons I thought Christmas would be harder than it turned out to be. New Year, it turns out, isContinue reading “Mosaics”
Category Archives: Philosophy
The Personal, Political, and Practicing ImPerfectionism
I, like many of us, have often let my perfectionism prevent me from STARTING. Things pile up around me because I can’t just do them, I have to do them RIGHT and I can’t do it right now, so it waits. It can fester. I, like many of us, am learning that anything worth doingContinue reading “The Personal, Political, and Practicing ImPerfectionism”
Divorcing the Shoulds
I’ve lived under the weight of Shoulds for as long as I can remember. The “supposed to” Unspoken and unspeakably high expectations. Through the last decade or so, I’ve been breaking free of the Shoulds.Liberating myself bit by bit,Loosening, though not breaking my shackles. The external ones were easier to see, “Don’t Should on me!”Continue reading “Divorcing the Shoulds”
My Mother, the activist
My mother would never describe herself as an activist,But I do. She never allowed Nestle in the house,She vetoed Carl’s Jr on every road trip,And never participated in Black Friday. My mother was an activist, in her way. With three kids to raise, a husband, and a job to juggle, She protested with her purse,RefusingContinue reading “My Mother, the activist”
Confessions of a Depressive Optimist
I’m combing through boxes and came across a lot of old writing- some scribbled onto napkins and paper towels, some cursive on lined paper/backs of receipts, some typed and printed, This gem stood out. Call me Cassandra. “I wonder what will be born from a society that’s obsessed with commentary (ironic pause). It used toContinue reading “Confessions of a Depressive Optimist”
Confessions of a Depressive Optimist
I’m combing through boxes and came across a lot of old writing- some scribbled onto napkins and paper towels, some cursive on lined paper/backs of receipts, some typed and printed, This gem stood out. Call me Cassandra. “I wonder what will be born from a society that’s obsessed with commentary (ironic pause). It used toContinue reading “Confessions of a Depressive Optimist”
Earth pores
Sometimes, when I get overwhelmed, I like to picture the planet. It’s been 20 years since I took Earth Science so cut me some slack on my visualization. But I picture the core, all molten and intense, and the mantle, and crust. And there we are, all life, just sitting on the skin of theContinue reading “Earth pores”
Too Many Things
Today I tried to do Too Many Things. I remembered to Mail the Card but smeared tikka Masala on the envelope. The other card could not be addressed, though written and sealed, will likely sit on my counter being buried by Important Mail until I clean again, am horrified to discover the Unsent Card, andContinue reading “Too Many Things”
From one Laura to Another
This necklace belonged to my great-great aunt Laura (what the L really stands for). She was the daughter of German immigrants- mother from Prussia, father from Bavaria, he came to the US at 18. But Henrietta came when she was only 2, and spoke with no accent due to her work (as a young girl)Continue reading “From one Laura to Another”
The Return of Color
Sometimes I forget some of the things in my life. Not in an amnesiac way, more like the dusty memory balls from Inside Out. A dozen years ago while living in Brooklyn, I woke up to a BLAZING whiteness. At first I thought I’d left the curtains open and overslept, then I realized my eyesContinue reading “The Return of Color”
Pretty Good Ugly 