GREEN WITH (A LITTLE) ENVY
This is my first blog post as a 34-year-old. I keep mentioning how old I am, partly because I still can’t believe I’ve hit the “mid-thirties”; partly because this is my own little way of owning the number and not
HAPPILY EVER AFTER (I LEAVE YOU)
I’ll start off by saying this: marriage is a beautiful thing, but it’s not a prize. It’s not the tape you cut at the end of the race, the gold medal you receive after running into a man or woman’s
THIRTY TWO FOR THIRTY TWO
I turned thirty-two in September and I’ve been meaning to write this since then, but to be honest, life, procrastination and the need to step back a little means I’m writing it now, in bed, fresh off a much-needed girls’
AN URGE-NT INTERRUPTION
I’m lying on the masseuse’s table, covered in a plush white towel, enjoying the warm breeze coming in through the lattice door. The ocean is alive, and I’m really digging the sound of the waves and how relaxed I feel
LETTER TO A TROLL
Dear Miserable Troll, Thanks for writing to me about two weeks ago. I meant to write back sooner but I’ve been a little busy enjoying a nice, quiet, blessed life. I promised myself I’d write to you one of these days