I’m in mourning. I’m in mourning for the dress I loved that my mom donated when I outgrew it. For my tinier waist. For the boyfriend that left me when I lied to him. I’m mourning the day I lost…
[Plan] It Isn’t a Dirty 4-Letter Word
I always thought I had a plan. And I always kept myself just busy enough to ignore the fact that I really didn’t. A typical day-in-the-life-of looked like this. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Bawk, bawk, bawk. Coffee. Bawk, bawk, bawk.…
True Confessions of a [Reforming] Avoider
Everything about this has been a request for me to stretch. When one of my clients asked me a few weeks ago if I would consider traveling with her [I am her client concierge], looking back now, I realize that…