Category: Daybook

I am a woman. I am a cat lady. I am a runner. I have a college educated. I love to read, and write. I have brown hair and brown eyes, but sometimes I have auburn hair and orange eyes. I wear lipstick when I forget to shower, and people don’t notice I haven’t washed… Continue reading Me Too: a Woman Hoping for “Not Me” from her Daughter

At some point last week, 2/3 of Texas realized that they didn’t know what day it was. The days and nights had melted into a blur of light and dark delusions, thanks to Hurricane Harvey. The Storm of 500 Years Sunday morning, just after closing my eyes following a midnight periscope live sale, the baby… Continue reading When Time Stands Still (But the World Keeps Moving)

Y’all. For the first time since April, I was feeling good. I planned out my month early, I wrote it out on paper and everything, and I was determined to crush it. For three straight weeks I went to the gym, I ran my heart out, and I racked up those miles ran and pounds… Continue reading Goodbye, August

My daughter is obsessed with Trolls. I caused it. I deserve it. I can’t stop it. Once, while drinking in college, a friend played Earth, Wind, and Fire’s song “September” and changed the lyrics to poke fun at my roommate. Since then I have never listened to that song without thinking of those days. Which… Continue reading Ahh-ee-ah, Dancing in September! Not Really, but…