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10 Things I’m Loving Right Now

You know that dance-party, dumb-grin, twirl circles, hug-a-stranger kind of happy? We seek it out, like addicts tracking the sensation of elation and, when we’re not looking, we get it in these light-filled bursts of color and sensation and hope! Then we overshadow it (often immediately) with dread. Brene Brown, in Daring Greatly, calls this Foreboding

Magical Chicken Tortilla Soup

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There’s something magical about the bare minimum.   I have an ingrained habit of overcommitting … even on a minute-by-minute basis. (This has actually made me chronically late for things, because I have an inflated sense of how much I can accomplish in a 10 minute period. My sincere apologies to everyone who’s dealt my

What Can We Do?

This is as close as I’ll get to a political post, probably ever. A couple facts (not the alternative kind)… I’m heartbroken and enraged by the things happening in my country and frightening the people I love.   I’m terrified by the Orwellian cast to the first month of 2017. I feel REALLYFUCKINGMOTIVATED to do

My Big Sur Tattoo

So I got this tattoo between June and August of last year… and I haven’t really shown it off, because I was a little bit afraid of the response to the fact that I’d covered most of the right side of my rib cage in ink. and because my previous body image sharknado – which

Comfort in Challenging Days

I LOVE Half Price Books. When I’m having a really bad day, I visit my friend Saht* at Steep and Brew for a latte, then sit cross-legged on the floor in the budget books section, drinking coffee and carefully selecting a stack of $2 novels based only on the title and cover art. A few

Dumpster Fire. At least it’s warm.

I asked my mom about sending out a snarky Christmas card last year that was exactly three sentences long, encapsulating the vortex of doom that was my 2016. She just sent back a photo saying it might just be an easier explanation.   Celebrity deaths and horrific political events aside, in 2016: 1. I admitted
I don’t make New Years resolutions. I gave up on them years ago when I realized that – like everyone else – I was bailing out by January 9th at 2 pm and was tired of feeling like a failure. I do, however, make little, insignificant changes my brain won’t even notice…like “take a Vitamin D

Winter

We all have these deep dark secrets that contradict everything we show to those around us.  Mine: I don’t hate winter. I have bitched and moaned and complained about winter VERY loudly on social media and to anyone that will listen to me bitch and moan… I moved from California screaming and kicking and holding

Take a G#/@!mn Vacation, Already!

I’ve always been a really fucking responsible human being. A few ill-advised frat party appearances in college aside, I make pretty damn adult decisions. I got straight A’s until college and have just one B and one C* (please read that footnote) on my undergrad transcript. Before I hit 24, I had worked on Capitol

i see you. can you see me?

what if we all wore signs around our necks? “the thought of asking for what i need completely cripples me.” we told those around us what we fear the most. “i worry that I don’t matter.” we were transparent about the things that make up our darkness. “i’m afraid you’ll shove me away if you
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