We made a pact, my friends and I, years ago, that if one of us was in crisis, we could call it, and the other […]
D&D
The inevitable has happened: I’ve joined a Dungeons & Dragons campaign. Going on two. Honestly, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner. D&D is a melting […]
Sunday Hikes
I’ve been able to explore some new hiking spots this spring, with the help of more adventurous friends. I’m very comfortable on my few Barton […]
Team As Family
When I picked out my two words from Brenè Brown’s list of values, I chose Courage and Connection. Connection. In which I really mean love, […]
When Shit Goes Down
It’s taken me a long time to understand some basic stop gaps for shame spirals and awful news. I’m still working on it. I had to put some into practice today so I thought I’d reiterate.
Give a Non-Artist Art
I love having creative and artistic people in my life. I am pretty anti-crafty myself . . . I don’t think I have the patience for it . . . so I feel so lucky to be around people who not only have patience but have a love for drawing and art. I do love to surround myself with things that make me happy and sometimes that means actual things.
Nice Acrostics
Last weekend I received an unexpected card from two of my best friends. They sent it in solidarity for April 21 and the love and gratitude I felt had me crying on the edge of my bed.
How Are You? Really?
My friends and I have gotten in the habit of intentional “how are you doing?” check-ins.
The Three of Us
My fingers press to my stomach
Under four layers of clothing
The core of me is warm and giving
My hands are freezing
I walk like that for a few minutes
Hugging myself through the juxtaposition
Of heat and cold across the skin of my belly
Austin to Atlanta
Traveling alone in the past has felt a little lonely to me. In college, it was a zone between worlds. My family and my fiance in one state. My friends and my burgeoning self in the other. No matter which way the plane flew I was leaving something behind.