… ON LIFE
In February of 2021 I came home to Pittsburgh in the middle of one of the most chaotic times of my life. It was almost a year into covid, and that year hadn’t failed anyone yet in its presentation of one wrecking ball after another. That January, my mother had a stroke not long after… Continue reading But Horses I Can Draw From Memory
SIEVE noun an instrument with a meshed or perforated bottom, used for separating coarse from fine parts of loose matter. a person who cannot keep a secret. verb (used with or without object), sieved, siev·ing. to put or force through a sieve; sift. It’s somehow the final days of August. Have you ever had so… Continue reading A Sieve’s Return to the Bard
I started this post on March 16th. In sitting down to expand on my eventual life story, Cheeks and a Dream: The Memoirs of an Unwitting Participant, I had a gut feeling it would be that rare attempt that spanned quite some time. And that thoughts would have to come intermittently, with tonal movements as… Continue reading The Year of the Virus: What I learned about Whoopee Pies
There's a vivid memory I have of sitting on my living room floor as a child with my brother, and playing with my beloved dinosaur toys. At one point the front door opened and my mom walked in with a work colleague who saw us playing. "Oh, she plays with dinosaurs? That's interesting." It wasn't… Continue reading Dinosaur Girls
I'm sitting here wishing I had something more profound to say than that I wish I had something profound to say. But taking the moment to reflect - this original writing taking place in late Spring- there are things I need to document so that I can hang onto them, and remember the immense ways… Continue reading The Turn of the Tide
Several people have asked me to document my progress on Whole 30, which I also decided to do out of my own curiosity because (total honesty) I didn't believe everything they'd written about IBS. Why? Because most likely they don't have it, and the theories were all hypotheses. I happen to have it and ergo… Continue reading The Whole 30 with IBS. Real Talk.
It was Friday and the sun was out. I'd had what I considered to be a wasted Thursday and in my brain, wasted days weigh on the psyche. So today had to have an adventure. A thought rang in the kitchen- "I could use three baby succulents for my window container," I thought. And so… Continue reading An Outwardly Misguided Trip to a New Jersey Garden Center
I've had a couple moves in my life that were big, all mattered in some capacity or another. But I think the largest to date was the move to Boston. Eight years ago I moved there from Pittsburgh and it ultimately changed the direction my life was going. Upon the recent move to Jersey, I… Continue reading What I’d Tell Myself Eight Years Ago
This blog has served a number of purposes. And while I'd like to think at times it's been a vehicle to bring us all up to speed on certain topics, there are occasions when in order to do so it's necessary that I borderline debase myself. Sometimes there's not even a border. This could be… Continue reading Public Restrooms
I recently had the realization that I didn't like my body growing up, but more specifically that I didn't like it for a reason I didn't understand until now. It wasn't for being chubby, it wasn't for having dark hair instead of blonde or another banal difference we hold ourselves against when we're younger. I've never written… Continue reading Different/Can’t/Shouldn’t/Won’t
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