Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Having a boyfriend who loves to cook means Moroccan stew for breakfast, freshly grated horseradish, selecting recipes because they're elaborate instead of quick; and watching him regularly set off the fire alarm.
It also means that this morning when I told him I was too sick to go to work he tried to take my temperature with a meat thermometer.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
This morning I discovered, possibly with disproportionate delight, that all the things I want to do more of are also my favorite words: loiter, canoodle, cavort, snuggle, frolic, saunter, shenanigans and the sort, simple, counterintuitively snappy nap.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Unfailingly I am moved to tears when I learn about stories of heroism after something horrible occurs. We don't live in a terrible world. We live in a beautiful world where awful things happen. And every time awful things happen the good in humans reveals itself in new, surprising, breathtaking ways.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
I don't understand why we're so afraid of feelings. Happy is acceptable, but sad has to be "addressed". It must "move on". It calls for a solution. But sad is not a problem.
I'm sad and that's OK. I consider sad to be essential. It respects the truth within me, and as such, it is beautiful.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
When I was 10 I had a friend called Ale. Fast forward over 30 years. She found out I was in Mexico and called claiming she needed to hug me (yes please!) Our visit was as if we had never lost touch.
Some relationships remain intact for decades. I think it's proof that we live in a world that defies logic.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
My dad died a bit over two weeks ago. Everywhere I go cheery people ask "How was your holiday?" "What did you do for New Years?" "Did you enjoy the time off?" and every time it catches me completely unprepared. By the end of the day I'm worn out.
The holidays are hard, people.