By nature, I’m a romantic. My earliest days were spent starry-eyed and tirelessly imaginative. As my parents lovingly (and just a bit teasingly) recall, I existed in some version of Dreamland in which everything was real and nothing was impossible. And while this sounds like the beginning of a charmed tale of my childhood, that’s not necessarily the case… because the enchanting, make-believe world I thought up simultaneously spun a darker, less playful side, too. […]
A little over a year ago, I wrote up a post that listed a rather random assortment of 50 things — small moments and feelings and notions that exist between life’s bigger happenings. Things that, when considered, turn out to be pretty significant matters in themselves. I love having that list to look back on when I’m stuck in a spell of feeling sorry or sad, or when I could use a reminder that life […]
Of all the types of love that exist out there in the world, it’s relatively easy to argue in favor of self-love. Who wouldn’t relish spending a night in, soaking in a tub awash with lavender salts, decadent bubbles, and a bath bomb or two, all while enjoying a couple glasses of wine (or the whole bottle) all in the name of loving thyself. Or maybe your self-love practice is a little less “self-care,” and […]
It all started with a rather fancy bottle of Veuve, gifted from a close friend to me on my 24th birthday. It was a very generous gift for a very ordinary occasion — one that I would not feel as cool about presenting given the same opportunity (especially at that age, but even now at 26, tbh). Because of its relatively hefty price tag and its top-shelf quality (plus the fact that I’m not really […]
… overlooked me, doubted me, rejected me, and ghosted me — Thank you.
