• Muddy puddles.

    *** Well, ladies and gentlemen, I fit back into my wedding dress. And I’m proud to say there was nary a pair of pliers, spanx or even three grown adults in sight trying to get it on me. Yes, it fits a little, er, differently. But… when I put it on and could actually get it zipped up, I felt as magical and alluring as Melisandre, the red priestess. (Let’s not talk about the glaring visual parallels of me taking off the dress and Melisandre taking off her necklace…) Anyway. It was a personal goal of mine to get back into that dress… someday. I didn’t actually think it would…

  • Your elephant is on my tulips.

    *** The first city I moved to was Milwaukee. It was small – and manageable. It was also very likely the best decision I ever made for myself, because it was the one move that pulled me out of a spiral of self-destruction that lasted for a good decade. I moved around a bit in the city and my third apartment, a studio in a high-rise, was a place I still think of often. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but one wall was floor to ceiling windows. At night, I would lay in my bed and look out at the skyline – a sea of lights twinkling under the heavy, dark blanket of night – and…

  • The gift of time.

    *** I hate scary movies. HATE them. I have enough anxiety in my life without the unnecessary trauma of monsters/zombies/ghosts/demons jumping out of nowhere and trying to kill someone. For that very reason, I also hate Halloween haunted houses.  Once, when I was a kid, my friend Dani and I went to a nearby “haunted house” for Halloween. I was terrified, but she wanted to go through it so badly. We were with other friends of hers and I didn’t want to be the only wuss. So, we agreed to walk through it in a “train” formation. I kept my eyes closed the ENTIRE time and sang to myself as I held onto…