This is the year I’ll become a winter person. Nothing like a pandemic and the prospect of six months confined indoors to open me up to new (previously dreaded) things. Winter is normally my season of woe: the long stretch of shorter, darker days that make life feel like the ultimate “Why bother?” I’m afraid […]
Life anchors should provide freedom, bravery and strength, not stuck-ness.
If I don’t matter to myself, how can I expect to matter to anyone else?
In the before times, I was a rock star.
#WFH = time, space and boobs unbound
Lessons in hate.
Looking out my window in 2020 and remembering a view from the past.
Dire and damning. That’s what authority sounds like to me–and it gives me comfort.
Things to do during the isolation of pandemic: give up picking my nose, dance to WBLS as I work from home.