Author * Mom * Introvert
(pairs well with Wine)
I was walking out of the kitchen—that same door where the drinks had spilled on me, carrying a tray to a table in the 500s when a new guy held the door for me. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “There you go, darlin’.”
With hardly a backward glance, I tartly quipped, “Nobody touches me,” and prissed off carrying my tray. I’m fairly sure he chortled, and suffice to say—he would prove me wrong.
Read moreIt was important that the party go according to plan because Sean was in the hospital, and it wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair, so one thing had to go right, and by the grace, it was her birthday party.
Read moreNobody really tells you how hard it is when your partner dies. In a world where women are largely hated, it’s scary sometimes and hard to choose love and kindness and peace and safety…especially when all you ever wanted was just to be loved…really loved.
Read moreI got back on Facebook, and I read today that you died. When I was gradually starting to add back people I know in my life who are good and decent, I thought of you, which is strange. We didn’t know each other that well…just friends, passing acquaintances, really, but you were one of the first people I thought about. I thought about you because you were always so friendly. You had your friend group, your people you hung out with all of the time, but you also had this way about you. Like, you never met a stranger.
Read moreDear You,
I don’t really have much of anything to say to you other than I hope you realize that my lowest vibrational frequency is your baseline. I kept a lot of things—thoughts like that—to myself to spare your feelings despite you having no concern whatsoever about mine.
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