I will never forget the year of the flowers

I will never forget the year of the flowers

  Something beautiful happened in Baltimore yesterday: thermometers reached 78 degrees on February 21—a date usually blanketed with snow. Naturally, I found a path near water to walk at lunch and stopped for post-Valentine’s-ridiculously-on-sale flowers on the way home. Today I put on a shirt that looks exactly like a shirt would look if the [...]

Traveling back for the strength to come home

Traveling back for the strength to come home

  They asked me, “What brought you back?” “Just to visit,” I said. “Just to see you.” (Did I need a better reason?) This weekend, I had a few options for reunions: high school, college, or grad school. I nearly vomited at the Facebook invite for a ten-year high school reunion. Somehow reliving those years [...]

If time could talk

If time could talk

  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 [...]

You’re too busy to read this.

You’re too busy to read this.

If you must know, I am studying the 1965 issue of Good Housekeeping for a self-inflicted research project. Today, I read the make-up tutorials section on page 113 of this magazine that must weigh the same as my friend's newborn baby. How to become the always-busy beauty who stays pretty all day. I just washed my face and [...]