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?
So I did something this week. I took some time for me. Ever since my mom had her stroke, I’ve been her full time wingman –err, wingwoman — by her side, helping her out. And this past week, was our scheduled family vacation, and due to obvious reasons, only myself, and my older brother andContinue reading Eclectic Interactions
I’m not going to lie, living in NYC, I can kind of…take it for granted. Kinda like when you hear someone lives near the beach, and then you learn that they rarely go in the ocean. Let’s just say I like to stick to my neighborhood. I avoid Times Square like the plague. Vehemently resistContinue reading Eat Pretty?
It’s pretty clear to me, that during this time at home here, helping my mom recover from her stroke, God is wasting no time at all, teaching me things. And not just any “things…” but real, important, messy things. Things that should come with an owners manual or an instruction guide. In other words, things you couldContinue reading Patience as a Way of Life
If you would have asked me at the beginning of December what I’d be doing mid January of 2017, I laugh now to think of my answer. I would have carelessly rattled off something about the craziness of “pilot season” auditions, the monotony of life as a nanny, and the fickle stupidity of trying toContinue reading Living Radically
Sitting here in my childhood bedroom, it’s pretty difficult not to reminisce. I mean, it’s strewn with photos from my brace-faced awkward middle school phase where clearly I thought baby pink, glittery eyeshadow was a good idea. I’ve dug around some drawers and unearthed some old IM conversation threads with crushes from sixth grade. — IsContinue reading Reclaiming Childhood
If you’ve scrolled through social media at all in the past two weeks, then you know it’s pretty clear: the general consensus is that 2016….went to pot. People are lamenting how horrible 2016 was with funny memes, parody videos, cheeky songs…I’ve even seen some hyperbolic short films buzzing around the interwebs. All with the sameContinue reading Changing the Narrative
Sitting here in my airplane seat, 30,000 feet above the earth, I don’t know if it’s the actual closer proximity to God, or the thinning of oxygen in the air, but for the first time in a week, I am able to breathe. Able to think. Able to remove myself from the whirlpool of emotionContinue reading On Being Strong
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