I overheard the teenage girl lamenting her new lifeguard duties at a quiet pool. How is lifeguarding going? Are you loving it?, asked the neighbor, who seemed expectant of reports of contentment with youthful summer bliss. Surely, the girl's bronzed skin and luscious locks had prepared for 16 years for a job of this Baywatch caliber. It's [...]
Last night, I had two revelations: 1) I am out of Stress Relief tea, and 2) I can't stop thinking about the young girl on the plane. She wore black chucks with low bright purple socks, hair in a high ponytail, glasses like the ones I wear before bed, and a shirt covered in [...]
On tonight's agenda: family dinner. My brother's long-time girlfriend will pick up pizzas from Anthony's, one large brushchetta and one large pepperoni. He texted in the group family chat, Does this work for everyone?, as if the guy at Anthony's doesn't know our name and our order and my womanly status by heart, every [...]
Today, I sat in my car for a few extra minutes, listening to the roaring wind, brainstorming how I could make my groceries teleport from my trunk to my house while I stayed nestled inside my safe little car. Winter hurts. A sunny, warmer than usual day today, but a kind of windy that makes [...]
The floor of my shower felt cold when I first sat down, until the warm water and my warm body made it tolerable. Over these last couple years, I've learned how to take hot and long showers. Nothing about it is good for my precious planet, I get that. But, honestly, it's my rookie attempt at [...]
Dear Leaving, I don’t want you to go. When I wake up, you’ll be gone. I’ll cry over the pot of coffee because you won’t be here to drink a cup of dark roast. I’ll miss you. I love you. Do you have to go? Love, Crying. Dear Crying, Saying goodbye is all about the [...]
Dear Author, Thanks for sharing your story. But, honestly, it pissed me off. You forgot one key thing: not everyone gets a happy ending. My dad didn't survive. But I'm glad yours did. Signed, Broken Dear Broken, Do you know what it feels like to cross the finish line of a marathon and breathe [...]
Dear Tillie, You forgot to tell me how hard this grown-up thing would be... Fly over to Medium to read the rest of my letter to Tillie...