From July, 2019

When halfway isn’t nearly far enough

Dr Marry and I go to spin class 3-4 times/week. I often gripe about it because I’d always much rather be sitting somewhere comfortable, reading or these days writing. But he’s totally committed to it, which is ultimately great because it’s good for me to actually exercise a little now and again, and there was…

But what do I want…now?

For most of my life, I wanted (expected) to be a movie star. I don’t mean that in the contemporary, Instagram-able, get hired to show up to a party because of who I am kind of way. I mean it in the acting kind of way. I wanted to dig deep, suck the marrow out…

Us and them = us

I was scrolling through Facebook last night before I went to bed–something I tell myself not to do and often end up doing anyway. This post, from a friend of mine who is a fabulous, run-of-the-mill, small town, midwestern-raised, dynamic, smart, sassy and all kinds of nationalities woman, was the last post I read before…