All things considered, during the ten months of going back and forth from CA to TX to help my mom deal with her Hurricane Harvey flooded home, prep for the house sale and the move, and settling her into her new place in CA, I did well with self-care. While I didn’t...
Standing in my childhood home’s bedroom surrounded by piles of random things collected from multiple rooms waiting to be packed into moving boxes (Christmas china, antique linens and quilt pieces, books, collectible figurines), piles of clothing to be donated, and...
In two weeks’ time, the place I’ve referred to as home since I was ten years old and entering fifth grade will no longer be my family’s home. The familiar feel of the slightly worn square key sliding into the lock; the ‘I could walk it with my eyes closed’ path...
There is a famed story about Marilyn Monroe walking down 5th Avenue in New York City with a friend, clad in a headscarf and raincoat, discussing fame and stardom. New Yorkers bustled by, not paying Norma Jean any attention. She turned to her friend and asked, “Do you...
Birth of FOMO I’ve been semi-run by Fear of Missing Out, a-k-a FOMO, since I was quite young. My parents grew up in Houston and because they both enjoyed our extended family, we went to Houston frequently, driving in on Friday evening after my dad got off work....
Breakthrough. At first I was disturbed to see that the first definition on dictionary.com uses war language: “a military movement or advance all the way through and beyond an enemy’s front-line defense.” Yet the more I thought about breakthrough from this angle, I...
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