ten wishes: a letter to my son
In your first ten years, you’ve taught me so much – perhaps more than I taught you.
a decade later
I woke up this morning from a fitful (and frankly miserable) sleep and made my way out to the living room where I sat with my laptop, working, and downed a coffee. A pretty ordinary morning by any measure, honestly. But while sitting on the couch and considering the myriad of tasks ahead of me… Continue reading a decade later
dear body: let me apologize
Over the years, I’ve treated my body poorly – like an abusive partner, really. Demeaning. Degrading. Withholding and then asking for more and more and more.
let’s talk about sex, baby
When it comes to the less-than-glamorous elements of knockin’ boots we’re not just awkward. We’re completely silent.
always celebrate the little stuff
Little victories are heinously underrated if you ask me. Little victories are anything from flossing your teeth before bed to making all the phone calls you need to make on a Monday morning.
