…Things I would tell a younger me…
Dear Young Lover,
I want to tell you something about love, marriage and life. Sit with me, let’s talk.
I hear you say, “What could you tell me? You’re only 32 years old!” Even at 32, Young Lover, years of sunshine and smiles have begun to etch faint crowfeet beneath my eyes, and years of frustration and crying have begun to carve deep furrows between my brows. Sit now, let’s talk. Read more
I noticed something in traffic this morning, as my car crept past the faces staring ahead in the oncoming lane: so many somber faces; grumpy faces; some near-homicidal faces. Read more
I heard on the radio last week that studies have shown that touching a live plant releases stress and negative energy; or rather, the plant absorbs negative energy. Apparently, during research, some plants were reported to have even withered and died, despite receiving the proper amount of water and sunlight. Read more
I’ve had a month from hell.
(actually, about 6 months, but the last one was particularly hell-ish)
We launched the month of March with a crisis at work. That same week, I got sick. I stayed sick for 3 weeks. And then got sick again on two separate occasions thereafter. And through all this, I could not really take any time out, because a crisis needs handling, and my team and managers needed me.Then I’d come home, and my child and husband would need me to be ‘present’ and functional too.
I’ve just felt as though I’ve been tossed back and forth, chewed and spat out several times a day Read more