I’m finally sobering up after a night that was intoxicatingly special. Friday night I was one of 6 storytellers at a public event held at the Linda Auditorium. The occasion was a celebration of the 8th anniversary of our local take on the Moth Story Hour, The Front Parlor Series, which occurs monthly in two … Continue reading Telling the story of A Fire, a Phonebook Page and Finding My Father
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Sometimes my yoga mat…
is a life raft in a sea of turmoil feels like an island with a population of one inspires me to stretch far beyond its borders keeps me present invites me to new places is my best friend helps me breathe tests my patience challenges my body makes me sweat collects everything I want to … Continue reading Sometimes my yoga mat…
Bins, boxes and folders
I may need to consult with an astrologist because it feels like the planets have shifted recently and things have gotten a little whacky in my world. My head is full of thoughts and wonderings and second guessing and I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, to be honest. It’s exhausting and I need to get myself … Continue reading Bins, boxes and folders
Choosing what’s best – Election Day and every day
Owning a restaurant was an experience I’ll never forget - nor ever want to live again. We’ve all had a relationship like that at least once, right? Lark + Lily was open for about 20 months and I learned a lot during that time. Ultimately my biggest lesson was that I refused to remain committed … Continue reading Choosing what’s best – Election Day and every day
Coming clean
Welcome to one of the saddest days of my life year. Even though it happens every year, if I’m lucky, the final morning on Cape Cod always leaves me feeling melancholy. There’s something about knowing that it’s the last time I’ll be seeing the ocean and smelling the salty air that punctuates my summer in a … Continue reading Coming clean
Watching my mouth
If you know me, you’re probably expecting a post about my struggle to control my tendency to use colorful language or to share stories that may not always be appreciated by those mentioned. But, no, that’s not quite what this is about. This isn’t about what may come out of my mouth, but instead it … Continue reading Watching my mouth
A is for apology
When my marriage ended, I wrote a lot about how I felt. It helped me to clarify and deal with the end of the longest relationship of my life and I felt entitled to that process. It was what I needed to do. Afterwards, though, I felt guilty about some of what I wrote. I … Continue reading A is for apology
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