Category Archives: Writings

“Did you forget something?” Evelyn’s cocked head tilted at me like a dog hearing the word walk. It made me think—did I? But before I could answer, she chimed in with that irresistible, kid-perfect voice, the kind you wish you could bottle, put in a locket, and wear around your neck for whenever you needContinue reading “Did You Forget Something?”

I had a fun evening with four other women for dinner and soap-making get-together. Truly, it was lovely. After enjoying an amazing chicken and orzo soup—a Pioneer Woman recipe—I’m inspired to make it myself. And soap, too! Though gloves and eyewear were necessary (mixing the powdery lye into lukewarm water bumped the temperature up toContinue reading “Scrub a Dub Dub”

I bought a bag of MSG from Amazon after watching a social media video that reminded me of this secret ingredient. In Japan, it’s known to trigger our “fifth sense,” aka umami, and is referred to as the “essence of deliciousness.” The video showed a man adding it to a jar of chopped cucumber rounds,Continue reading “That’s a Wrap”

The past few nights, I’ve been aghast at the state of Dave’s bathroom-side drawer toothpaste. Having left mine in Evelyn’s room, I’ve been sneakily stealing a dollop from his. The problem? He’s out—or at least I thought he was. With a toothpaste squeezer pushed to the end, the tube seemed like a Mary Poppins bag,Continue reading “Hard Headed House”

After a cross-room flight, I handed Evelyn the airplane back. “Flies alright for me. Give it one more try.” With the underside pinched between her pointer and thumb, she cocked back the folded paper, then extended it forward, releasing it into forever. At seeing the sharp nose dive no more than a foot past theContinue reading “The Awkward Art of Not Buying at Holiday Markets”

You know I’m obsessed with trauma—understanding it, digging into it, identifying what it is and isn’t. Earlier in a session, I stumbled upon a subtle distinction, like noticing the difference between hazel and brown eyes. It’s nuanced but meaningful, and here goes… Wound and vulnerability are entirely different animals. Maybe they’re part of the sameContinue reading “A Subtlely Mindful Distinction”

I feel parts of myself are opening, like the little doors on an Advent calendar. Not all the cheap sugar chocolates have popped into my mouth yet, but we’re getting there. I haven’t announced my book club choice to the group yet, but if you promise not to ruin the surprise, I’ll tell you. IContinue reading “Unwrapping Myself”

On accident, I had my webcam turned on while sitting at the kitchen island. Front and center was my spectacular face, and in the background was the glowing Christmas tree, a cozy mantle, a brick fireplace, and the comforting touches of my mushroom blanket and large tropical plant. The backdrop through the wooden pocket doorsContinue reading “Nervous System Hack”