I try hard not to be too self-indulgent here on my blog, or get too sentimental, but y’all are going to have to bear with me this morning, because I’m feeling nostalgic, weepy, sad, satisfied, peaceful, and frankly, a little sappy today. Yesterday afternoon, I took my final bow as Jack’s Mother in CTC’s run…
13 Days. #Lifechange
My alarm clock went off at 6:45 this morning, and I cried. I’m not kidding. “Not Throwing Away My Shot” started to play on my phone, my brain turned on, my eyes opened, and I literally burst into tears. I’m officially “sobbing when my alarm goes off in the morning” tired. And it’s not without…
#MeToo
Me too. Age 11 in the Cincinnati Downtown Public Library. I was too scared to tell anyone because I was 11, and I believed that I’d done something wrong and dirty. Age 26 by a superior officer, at a work conference in Colorado. I was too scared to tell anyone because I was afraid to…
My dad is…I mean, was…..
I wish you could've met my dad. I find myself saying this phrase over and over throughout my life. As I grow older, meet new people, and experience new things, I wish my dad was here to experience them with me. I wonder what it would be like to take him to the Hamilton for…
Just STOP.
STOP. I just want to STOP. Stop running around. Stop working so hard. Stop being perpetually behind. Stop being so anxious. Stop worrying. Stop caring so much. Stop. JUST STOP. I want the madness of the world to just STOP. Stop the shootings. Stop the racism. Stop the oppression. Stop the violence. Stop the sexism.…
When you’ve Come From Away
It’s that time of year again. The most difficult week of the year for me. The week when the very date on the calendar is enough to make me anxious. Smells set me into flashbacks. Loud noises make me cringe. Planes overhead make my heart skip a beat. It’s the week of 9/11. In my…
Who Matters?
Does my life matter? I try really hard to keep this blog as politics-free as I can. The internet is awash in political overload all the time these days, and I don’t want to just be another voice in the crowd. Today though, I’m feeling it. People with pre-existing conditions woke up this week to…
Fine. I’m a heretic.
When I told my sister that I needed to write a reflection for church about the word heretic, she snorted, and then burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she cried. She laughed so hard she couldn’t talk. I was not amused. Okay, maybe I was a little amused. I’ve always been a bit of…
Moving To Maine
This piece was written for a Story Slam I'll be participating in this evening. If you can join us at Create-a-Palooza on High St. in Carlisle at 7 PM, you'll get to see me perform this live, along with other people sharing their stories about "bosses". I was 20 years old the first time I…
Remembering
I’m sitting here remembering something. It smells like 2006 in my office. New Jersey. Someone is wearing LoveSpell. That’s it. That’s what smells like 2006 New Jersey. I’m remembering… Remembering….. It’s amazing to me. One minute, I’m sitting at my desk, writing an email, and the next minute, I’m back in my basement office in…
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