Last week, I slogged my way through the five stages of grief, and I did it all mostly in one of two robes. It was fine. It served its purpose. There were children here, and still are, so I would shower and change into a respectable pair of stretch pants and clean shirt around noonish. …
Category: Health
I Brushed My Hair Kind of: An Ode to Self-Care in Times of Solitude
Silk Pillowcases and Donuts: I Should Really Brush My Teeth.
It’s QuaranTEAM.
Pants are Optional: My Quarantine Love Letter to Robes.
On Your Story’s Importance
No matter how tame your story feels to you, it’s still yours. Own it.
On Eighth Grade
We opened Bo Burnham’s amazing, beautiful, painful ode to puberty, EIGHTH GRADE, this month. It was everything I’d hoped. That “everything” was painful, unflinching, cringe-worthy reality. It was perfect. Yes, the movie had the tiny kids with flat stomachs and clear skin, who were externally flawless but sometimes awful and bitchy. There were also the …
On Being Present
Living in the moment is great. Except when it sucks and we’d rather not.
On Perseverance
We aren’t always kind to ourselves. Why not try thinking of all the things we do right?
Fix You.
I wish somebody would do something about me.
Sound familiar?
Ode to Self.
When self-centered is bad, it’s really bad. But when it is good…
Honey, I Drowned the Kids.
Several things have changed for me personally in the last month. Josh and I, along with a bunch of our colleagues, left our former company and went to the rapidly-expanding Shine Solar. This has been the best move for us both individually and collectively, which is pretty awesome. My new job involves heading up and …