I cried on the way home from work today. I couldn't hold it in any longer. All day long I saw people posting their loved ones on socials, showing off their beautiful bouquets of two dozen red-roses, and witnessed so many gifted the biggest "heart" shaped box of chocolates. I found myself feeling nauseous, my …
The fruit on my kitchen counter looks nothing like a Cézanne. It's a bit bruised and brown in some spots. There are a few rogue produce stickers as well as a suspicious soft spot on the bottom of one of the apples. It's just fruit, though. Nothing about how I've placed the fruit on my …
Two hundred fifty five weeks. That's how many weeks I've lived here in New York City. If you can't do the math, that's five whole years. Someone asked me the other day if I was excited to leave the city? I thought about it for a moment and said I would have to get back …
How much more life will I live before it’s time to change the head on my electric toothbrush again? Time is visceral these days. I’m parsing out my life in an effort to make a day, a month, a year meaningful. Life-affirming. I like to think days are not just slipping by for me. No. …
I keep uttering the same quote to myself over and over again, "The best kind of writing is the kind that scares you. I mean, down to the bone scares you." —It's one of my favourite quotes and applies perfectly to how I am feeling as I write this. I haven't written in what seems …
I like lists. I like To-Do lists. I like packing lists, grocery lists, check lists, and even bucket lists. Heck I even write index lists which is a list of all my different lists. I like 'em all. I like to create them, to check things off of them, and to complete them. I just …
I've been staring at this blank page for what seems about three months now. Writing this has taken an inordinate amount of time. I have written and re-written blog posts—wanting to post them but just never finding the right words to describe how I've felt. This loss of words had prompted me to dig deep …
Uptown Maven 