Finishing Wine & Other Lessons
This past Monday was rare. I didn’t have to get out of bed at 5:23 like my alarm clock suggests every morning. With no school and not...
The First Conversation after Buying a One -Way Ticket
It’s not even noon and I’m back in bed with a glass of wine. Why? My heart is bruised. It isn’t broken. Broken implies that it is no...
What I Know about Letting Go; Sometimes You have to Hold On
With permission I wanted to share my response to this email. Dear Cordelia Hart, You probably get a million of these emails all the time,...
It has been 1826 days and we have to talk about it.
Lists are always my go-to, for everything, even when it comes to trying to make sense of it all. “What is worse?” I write on the top of...
