I've been on sabbatical for 6 months now, and I still have no idea how to actually relax. Morning to night is a list of chores crossed off with a clenched fist. I never have enough time to enjoy myself, even though all I have is time. Make
I'm in eternally lush Pennsylvania right now blue blue sky dotted with white white puffy clouds green green cliffs and hills and valleys blue blue rivers gleam like heaven every morning My orange desert eyes are not used to so much life Who could want anything more? But
Sandy, Utah, 7/18 The desert wind traces its fingertips up my jaw and through my hair, and I relax into its embrace. It whispers, "You were mine once, and I'll have you again." I lean my head back and respond, "If I stay with
Salt Lake City, Utah: 7/19 My Airbnb is a charming older brick home, with high ceilings and crown molding, an ornate fireplace and a very large family of spiders who was here first and who would like exclusive bathroom privileges, please and thank you. Each morning, I peer at
Salt Lake City, Utah: 7/20 "Sounds like the weather is a 'you' problem," Mom says, and I laugh. 📞 "I keep bringing the worst with me everywhere I go! Anyhow, gotta go buy dinner now. Love you." I get in my car and see
TAOS, NEW MEXICO: 7/2 He has reddish brown hair with a silver beard, cheerful crows feet lining his eyes, early 40s. Nice smile. Well spoken. He'll build bottle rockets with his friends' kids this weekend. I wonder what it'd be like to kiss him.
Hi friend. I want to update you on my life but I also don't. Like... it's a cheap form of intimacy, knowing me through my blog, is it not? Then again it's actually quite intimate when done right, isn't it? That'
You were waiting for me in the kitchen. Of course you were. My shoulders drop as I smile. Of course you were. "I have something for you." You hold out a little black bag as my eyes grow wide. For the past year, I'd wondered. Did
It's a warm spring night. Windows open. A slight breeze plays with my hair, the smell of night jasmine fills the air. The room is moonlit, casting soft rippling shadows onto the floor. The neighbor's creamsicle colored cat sits on my back porch and moongazes. Dim
I once had a friend that I only saw for late-night snowy mountain drives. It felt like magic at 1am when I'd get his text. "Blizzarding rn. Pick you up in 20?" "YES." We took the back roads above Boulder, blasting Taylor Swift
Masters of any craft are soft, and that softness is a reward. My date said that while partner dancing, he only signals his next move bluntly when the follow doesn't respond. Once she responds, he goes straight back to being subtle again. If he keeps pushing every move,
And make TikToks the way I write. In my voice, with my heart, my passiondrippingdownthepageslikethicksweetsyrup.