THE BACKSTORY My bestie and I — you know her as Maggie from Dear Universe (page 57 if you want a specific reference) — got together for the first time since December of 2019. The last time we were face to face, unmasked, swapping what’s happenings, we were sitting in a booth at a restaurant,…
NOW PRESENTING THE BRAVE LITTLE BLOG
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I am changing things up around here and gettin’ focused and brave with this blog. Before now this blog was a hodge-podge of different subjects and ideas that I had in my head. It was previously called Another.Blog. – that’s how scattered it was. Now I’m refocusing and rebranding this space and I’m super excited…
I fear snakes and sharks. You know this, we’ve talked about it. But I also fear an embarrassing posthumous discovery. You heard me correctly. I’ve thought about this more than once. More than I care to admit. But the other day, when I went scrambling around my house trying to find an old college transcript,…
Life is full of irony. Shortly after I published my last post “Since Divorce My Relationship Expectations Have Changed“ I was given some interesting perspective on “expectations” from a coach I was working with that punched me right in the face. And I use punched deliberately. This insight that was provided to me made me…
Since the divorce, my relationship expectations have changed. Before marriage, it felt like being on the hunt. (I’m guessing this metaphor works as I’ve never actually hunted for anything. Maybe 4 -leaf clovers, but given my luck, you can guess how many of those I’ve ever found. Yeah, you got it. 0.) I felt like…
I recognize that it looks really dodgy that after a few posts blasting on nice guys that I just up and went MIA. Probably appeared like I was running away in guilt. Or maybe instead of being like, “That’s right you awful person, RUN!” you were thinking one of those nice guys came back and…
When I got ready to move back to Vermont after finishing grad school, I knew the one thing I would miss would be the metro park down the street from my apartment. It had become an old and trusted friend, another home, a place to center myself and be. Something about my solitude and comfort…
Fast forward to my early twenties and I found myself in the safety of the trees once more, finding a path to hope in the wake of my sexual assault. I was in grad school, living for the first time on my own and still a long way from home. It was a year and…
I grew up on a small court. Despite it’s size, there were two groves of trees. One grove next to my parents and the other next to my grandparents. In some respects, I grew up inside these trees more so than from within the walls of my home. So long as there were not ridiculous…
I think I swear because I’m Type A (TA for the purposes of this post). Type B people on the other hand are so chill about everything there probably isn’t anything to swear about. Consider the evidence: TA people (as I described in a previous post) can be competitive and all about the win; racing…