I moved to Brooklyn Heights when I was 17. I was enrolled for the summer introduction course for the New York Conservatory for the Dramatic Arts until I started classes in the fall. This was the plan since I was ten years old. Showing up, suitcase in hand and a dream in my heart. The… Continue reading Anomaly
Growing up I always saw myself as a mother. Motherhood I felt, was an inevitable obligation and was just something that happened. At one point in my teen years I distinctly remember wanting at least 8 children. That number drastically dropped as years went on. I'm really good with small children. I started babysitting at… Continue reading Mother, May I?
I have been a people pleaser for as long as I can remember. Maybe it stems from being a middle child or being adopted or just being a female in general succumbing to the societal pressures of being accommodating and pleasant. "What a bitch." I remember the first time I was called a bitch. It… Continue reading Unapologetic Bitch
Here's another how-to article. I don't know, maybe you're someone who doesn't get attached and is able to let go of things relatively easy. It's no secret if you've met me that I am a very sensitive individual and feel things deeply. When I care for someone whether they are a coworker, friend, or someone… Continue reading How I Let Go
Tonight I am wide awake. I just spent the past 5 hours painting. It's now 2 a.m. I am so relentlessly overwhelmed by the memory - eyes like my favorite cup of coffee. Memories of gliding over the water, literally rowing into the sunset in a canoe. I didn't have a single worry. It wasn't… Continue reading Without a Paddle
I was thinking about an episode of a show I had recently seen. A favorite show - The Gilmore Girls. I've seen every episode around 100 times, (give or take a few). The soundtrack came on my Spotify while on my commute home and it made me think of a particular show. I was about… Continue reading Wrecked.
I need to go grocery shopping, desperately. I hate grocery shopping. I'm a frugal shopper, so the whole process is quite the ordeal. I clip coupons, I scour weekly sales ads, look up recipes and construct a list accordingly. I then travel to 3 different grocery stores, all twenty minutes away - picking up the… Continue reading Left Over It