Thankful
Like family
Okay. I’m back. I’ve begrudgingly re-entered Real Life after being whisked away for a week in Never-Neverland – that is, a week in California with Gregory Alan Isakov and a related cast of characters. You know the situation – LÄRABAR held a singer-songwriter contest and three artists won a chance to open for Greg –…
Aloneness
I’ve been in the Shotgun for two and a half weeks, and things are coming together. I have all of my furniture, and as of Sunday, a washer and dryer. A few pictures are hung on the walls. I painted the hallway, but gave up halfway through painting the bathroom because the ceilings are too…
Free
Yesterday was a momentous occasion, a freaking scream-from-the-rooftops miracle: after working toward it for years, I made the final payment on my student loans, and became 100% debt-free. I still don’t quite believe it myself. My debt was made up of common damages: credit cards, a car loan, and everyone’s favorite, student loans. I was…
30. Thirty. 30!!
“Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.” -Robert Frost I may be less than a day in, but I can say with confidence that I love my 30s. Today has been the best ever – breakfast with a full house of guests and sisters and…
The land for which I’m meant
For being a self-proclaimed control freak, there are a lot of things about my life that I did not plan, that I could not have planned. I’ve experienced: unachieved goals unanswered prayers unfulfilled dreams mistakes defeats derailments dead ends I’m sure I’m no different from anyone reading this when I say that I have not…
Just call me angel of the morning
Morning is my least-creative time. I am not – how do you say it? – PERKY. I don’t wake up before the sun, just bursting with inspiration to get the day started. And because I don’t work in a traditional office environment, the most “ready” I get these days is a tank top and workout…
Brownies, dog poop, and grace
These days, I am jolting from one crazy big thing to the next. Many of these things are good, wonderful, amazing things. I mean, I flew to Haiti for a week of snuggling babies and expanding my vision. I wrote songs about Larabar and spent a weekend under the palm trees. I bought a car…
Please don’t claw your face off.
I’m a creature of habit, a woman of routine. I take comfort in consistency. I like knowing what is “for sure” and to be counted on. When I show up somewhere, I want to be prepared, to know what to expect, to be ready. Are you like that? When you show up here on Fridays,…
Something wonderful is about to happen
I never thought the day would come, but here it is: I have officially outlived Kurt Cobain. Today is my 28th birthday. I’ve waited ALL YEAR for August 4th, and it’s finally here. Not to make a big deal out of it or anything, but… okay fine. I am the birthday girl! Yippee! I’m so…
Creepy shenanigans
Yesterday, my co-worker Molly got a text from an unknown number that said, “I know where you live.” I have no patience for creepy shenanigans like that, so I had her give me the phone number. A quick bit of internet/phone sleuthing later, and I discovered the anonymous texter’s identity – a pre-adolescent boy in…