Owning It and Eating Gravy

I sat in one of the last rows of the bus on the way back from the theater. My Theatre and Society class had just gone to see a show in the City…I have no idea what it was. I was totally distracted. All night I had been hemming and hawing about one singular decision.…

The Annihilation of the Word “Just”

A picture of the bird house I painted as a child just because. I am not talking about the incredibly important use of the word just as in justice and justly. I am talking about the much less important use. As in: just curious, just asking, just wondering. The word, just, has become such a…

A Blunt Six Year Old With a Master Plan

When I was six, my separation anxiety from my parents was at its peak. The thought of a sleepover was utterly terrifying, which is why my parents thought that maybe sleeping over at my Auntie Melanie’s, one of my very special, chosen Aunties would be a good stepping stone before staying at a friend’s house.…

Honey, This Was Not the Plan

I am a stickler for being organized and having a plan. A good plan to me is like the world’s most incredible security blanket. I feel safe and warm and wrapped-up in having control. Well, what happens when you take one hyper-organized person and pair her with someone who thrives off of spontaneity? Well, at…

Is it Too Much to Ask?

I was sitting on my parents’ deck earlier this week trying to meditate. It was not going well. I could not concentrate for the life of me. I was too focused on all these things I wanted to say to people but was refusing to. I started wondering what the heck was going on. I…

The Terrifying Thought of My Future Offspring

This is what we do. We barbecue and we think about/occasionally argue about our future kids. Domi and I think a lot about our future children. We have pretty much since the day we met (yes, I know, we’re crazy people). I guess, sometimes that’s just what you do when you’re excited to have kids,…

Floating in the Infinite

            A long time ago, on an adventure with my Dad in Hawaii, we decided to swim way out into the ocean. I was only about ten or eleven years old and thankfully a very strong swimmer. We just kept swimming and swimming until we reached a rock formation that stuck out of the water…

Grounding in Gratitude

People talk about gratitude a lot, so much so that I think we get desensitized to it sometimes. But there is a reason that so many people are talking about it. It’s because gratitude is life-altering. From the time I was just an itty bitty baby, my Dads ingrained in me a sense of what…