sometimes when we mess up, or something happens to us, we find it hard, impossible even, to stop ourselves from carrying that with us throughout the rest of our days. we know we’re doing it, and yet we can’t stop it. sometimes that load is too much. sometimes we need help. and too often we […]Read more "lighten up"
Little Man is writing an essay for school and he asked me to read over it. and now, my heart is swooning. he has written about a little girl who gets to go on a surprise vacation to Italy, and she has to guess where. her first guess is Como, which made me smile because […]Read more "memories"
we went to Europe. we counted down the days. we talked about it as if it were a faraway dream. but then we made it happen. we went to Europe. and I’m going to tell you more about it as soon as I can wrap my head around it all. it’s a pretty big deal, […]Read more "watch us as we go"
I had walked around the streets of Paris for what felt like at least 30 miles before I gave in and bought a ticket for a red double-decker “hop on-hop off” bus. it was a bold move for someone who admittedly would rather slit her wrists and bleed out slowly than to take in a […]Read more "that time I hated Paris"
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it occurred to me today that I could die and very few people would know much about me. it came to me just now, while in the bathtub, actually. I quickly got out of the water, barely toweled off and came downstairs to write. first, I stopped at the window, still wearing only a light-blue […]Read more "sweating it out"