I turned 26 yesterday. My parents came into town to celebrate with me over the long weekend — a roadtrip to Charlottesville and Monticello, some delicious meals, a delicious dessert or two, Mass, and just time spent together. They also gave me a beautiful blue topaz necklace to go with the blue topaz earrings that… Continue reading the other side of 25
First Fig – Edna St. Vincent Millay My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light. Not the poetry dose for the week. Just how I am feeling. Tired. Burnt out. Emotionally wimpy. My extroverted self is even… Continue reading first fig
I’m an adult with a pretty good grasp of functioning in the world. I meal plan and make lists for the grocery store, don’t mess up the laundry, manage my schedule, and show up to work on time. I’ve even kept some plants alive, though the ficus needs to be repotted and the basil split… Continue reading “that’s a framer”
Let me clarify: I am coming up hot on 25 years old. I have no children. I basically have started eating baby food for breakfast. I’ve been trying to really crack down on my eating habits since my metabolism has never agreed with me eating bagels and cream cheese or muffins or anything of the… Continue reading adult baby food breakfast
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