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Uncovering Verona.

Like people, we get to know places piece by piece. First, they show us what they want us to see. We are tourists, looking at the face of somewhere that’s fresh out the shower, preened and perfected. We’re charmed by its two-drink hilarity and accidental arm touches. It could do anything, and we’d forgive it;…

Dublin. A review of sorts.

There is something almost heart-warming about being thoroughly kicked about by a place. Despite the fact that Dublin served me beating after beating, and even in the midst of the belief that I could never enjoy it there, I wound up loving it even more for it. Go figure. Hit number one came in the form…

That early 30s thing.

There’s a lot they don’t tell you about growing up. All the figuring stuff out is HARD, and just when you feel like you may have figured some of it out, something else gets thrown in your face to get you questioning everything all over again. It’s a rough slog, and it always seems like…

Paleo-why-not

I am a complex human. I am the kind of human that feels things incredibly deeply and thinks about things much too much and has sleepless nights over how there is enough room in the world for all the cows we’re killing on a daily basis. [Just imagine how many burgers there are out there…

Breakfast. Take two.

Let’s talk about weekends vs. week days. Or – more generally – let’s talk about life when it’s perfect and slow and gentle, vs. life when it’s gritty and shitty and real. As I find is often so useful, I’d like to start off this chat by thinking about food. We’ll take eggs as an…

I quit my job 6 weeks ago.

I quit my job 6 weeks ago. I quit my job with no new job lined up for me to go to, no substantial freelance clients to bring in any money, and no real plan in motion. Before I say anything else, I would just like to reiterate that this is not a good strategy…

Connect.

One of the best things about being human is our ability to connect. I’m not talking about the superficial things in life, like our modern tendency to be connected to everyone we’ve ever met via social media, or how easy it is to make a phone call. I’m talking about the connections that smack you…

On Getting Unstuck.

This post is inspired by this comment, written as part of a response to a mother who had a miscarriage when she was six and a half months pregnant: “This is how you get unstuck, Stuck. You reach. Not so you can walk away from the daughter you loved, but so you can live the life that is…