if i can help somebody
today i woke up in a bit of a funk. i’m an idealist. i woke up knowing i’d slept but not feeling rested. bumber #1. and that’s all it took …
and then…
(from june 24, 2014) when you haven’t yet cried over something and then the flip is randomly switched… it’s such a vulnerable space. the tears flow as if to say, …
you thought you were hungry but you’re actually dehydrated
I’m sure someone will correct me if I’m wrong. For now, I’ll believe I’m right and I drink accordingly. I’m pregnant, you see, and things are happening to my body …
mother’s day: is it for me?
a year ago yesterday, i sat at the end of the church pew and cried. i couldn’t help it. i couldn’t stop it. each tear effortlessly streamed down my face. …
the steps we wish we didn’t have to take
O’Hare’s C concourse is as full as ever. As usual, I hope to run into someone I know, particularly someone I haven’t talked to in years. What good are long …
complicated giving
i experienced something really interesting this afternoon. well, it began earlier this week, probably monday. here’s the story. seeing as finals are upon college students, i thought of some small …
Greeter
I don’t consider myself the greatest conversationalist. Never have. But I’m learning to be present and engage honestly. So dead space isn’t tough to navigate and active listening yields real exchanges.