I had been putting off writing this post for about a month and a half. National Eating Disorders Awareness Week. Feb 26-March 4 I had been dreading writing this post because, obviously BBB is an eating disorder recovery blog, so I feel kinda…obligated…to address the topic, but honestly, I’m kinda luke warm on the wholeContinue reading This Post is Raw
It’s a funny thing, nostalgia. Whether it’s rewatching Harriet the Spy, or finding your suede, sea-foam green converse shoes from when you were a kid (#style), certain things have the power of just bringing you back to moments in time and making them feel like just yesterday. That happened today. One of the things IContinue reading Renaissance of the Heart
There is a weariness of spirit, that I’m going to be honest, I wasn’t expecting to encounter. My mom always taught me, growing up, that if I ever wanted to get myself out of a funk, or feel better, that all I needed to do was to help or do something nice for another person.Continue reading When Love Hurts
I’m living the life of one of those 60-year-old “ladies who lunch.” Seriously. All I need is a red hat, and false teeth and I’ll be ripe for initiation into bridge club. Or bunko. Juuuust kidding. But it’s true though. In addition to the speech therapy and one-on-one work, one of the things my momContinue reading In The Hot Seat
There’s something really beautiful about humility. I’ve been kind of on a pop culture “fast” recently. Not by choice… Ever since my mom had her stroke over Christmas, we literally haven’t turned on the TV. Which is crazy, considering how glued I was to the news during the election. But for whatever reason, tonight myContinue reading Dear Beyoncé,
Well, Lord, I’ve gotta hand it to You: Well played, Sir. Well played. Sitting here in the Adoration Chapel with my mom, wracking my brain about how The F am I supposed to write a Valentine’s Day post as a hopelessly single gal, who has left all prospects of love back in NYC when I temporarily moved backContinue reading Late Bloomer
Well here we are, Saturday night, 10:00pm, and I’m…in bed. People. I am turning into an old fogey. Seriously. Pretty soon I’m going to be eating tapioca and wearing Depends! Juuuuuust kidding. But honestly, that has been one of the bigger changes since coming home to help my mom post-stroke: Going to bed early. No joke.Continue reading Better Tomorrow
Oh how my days are different these days. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but nowadays, the nighttime is my own personal retreat. When the whole house is asleep, alarm on, and my darkened room is lit with the glow of my overworked MacBook, I can finally breathe. Reflect. Write. Numb out.Continue reading Do You Trust Me?
