Anthony and I have been together for a little over a decade, now (😮), and since each year is pretty backloaded with special occasions: Anthony’s birthday (August) Hallowe’en (which we make a big deal of cuz I LOVE costumes & trick or treat) Both my parents’ birthdays & Anthony’s dad’s birthday (October) My birthday (November) “THE HOLIDAYS” (December & early January) && our anniversary (January) Valentine’s Day can sometimes feel like 😳😳😳 from all the festivities. But we’re both Human Design generators (he’s an…
Toward the end of October, I told myself I wanted to spend the month of November not only #NaNoWriMoing, but also doing weekly self-portrait sessions to celebrate my birthday month. Since apparently I always need a little downtime to allow the seedlings of new ideas to take root before I’m willing to actually do anything about them, I did my first impromptu shoot at the Arboretum today. And, full disclosure, Anthony was my living tripod(s); I didn’t need to go into full self-portrait mode, which — thank goodness! Because #lateluteal. So as an…
Earlier today I caught wind of the social media trend du jour: It’s National Siblings Day. And I took pause. This pause feels familiar (no pun intended), because it’s something I’ve felt often. Like a vague shortness of breath, a faint fear of speaking up because I’m afraid my truth will ruffle feathers or hurt people unnecessarily. It’s a feeling that gets caught in my throat, and as I lean in to this, I realize . . . I can’t be the only one who experiences this. It’s probably just that…
It’s Valentines Week! I know, I know. V-Day gets a bad rap among the cynics. But I’ve always loved it. Since I was, like, eight years old, and boys were not even a thing yet. Even when I was perpetually single and had essentially built my entire identity on being free as a bird, and ain’t nobody was gonna tie me down. And now, as Anthony and I are coming down from our seven-year anniversary and celebrating the closing of our first house together, I still frickin’ love Valentine’s Day. I asked…
Christmas Eve covers a whole variety of sins, doesn’t it? Those of us guilty of sloth despite the uninhibited and shameless insanity of Black Friday brace ourselves for possible attacks by others as culpable of the same crime. Viscous traffic that clogs the commercial streets is ubiquitous. There is a tension in the crowds everywhere that might affect even the most Zen of citizens. As I ran errands this morning, I nearly ran over probably four small children by accident — they’re like little gnomes that sneak up behind you as you obliviously slide into your car and begin…
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