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?
#WFH = time, space and boobs unbound
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.
(Refresh your memory: Click here for part three.) I blame Sofie. I was nervous about sitting in the backseat of the Honda CRV. It was a two-hour drive from the Albany train station to the artists center. Sitting in the front passenger seat would isolate me from the two fellow residents in the backseat, […]
The first time was in the back seat of a Honda CRV. It was unexpected. I had anticipated the opposite that morning: the day was supposed to be the beginning of one month alone. Before the magic in the Honda, I arrived to the Albany train station and reminded myself that I had resolved to […]
Papi and I have shared some of our best meals in Christ Hospital. On the heart-healthy dinner menu Wednesday, March 15: chicken, rice pilaf, green beans, whole wheat roll, vanilla pudding, hot tea, non-fat milk. Papi needed help eating all five days he was in the hospital. The gauze packed and clamped into his nose […]