WhyDid’s Week, February 5

By |February 6th, 2017|Uncategorized|

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I must really love you.

I left you to explore.

It’s something new for me,

Never would have done it before.

The faith I have in what we share

Is so real

It’s the only way I’m able to grin and bare

You going out whilst I’m at home

Pretending not to feel what I feel.


WhyDid’s Week, January 29

By |January 30th, 2017|Uncategorized|

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The words you speak,

I pray them true.

And then I remember.

They’re often said

Not for me

But more for you.


The List: Volume, Oh, Who the Hell Knows?

By |January 28th, 2017|The List|

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When I was little, there was no limit to the amount of time I could spend in a bookstore.  I think I’ve always had more books than I’ve had friends.  A shy girl with a freckled round face and long golden hair, hardly recognizable today.  Tucking myself behind my mother when met with a stranger, I felt even safer hidden behind the cover of a book.

My face has since slimmed, my hair grown darker, freckles only evident in the summer sun.  Though it’s not likely one could pin me from a baby photo alone, there is one thing that never changed even after decades; the safety and solace of losing myself in a story.

Much like my intuition with people, I can tell quite quickly whether a book and I will bond or if I’ll merely grow bored.  And just like their human counterparts, I’ve never given up on a book– even when it’s been utterly rotten.  All chapters read, all pages turned in hopes of being pleasantly proven wrong.

And then there are those books that touch you almost immediately upon opening.  You feel as if the words could have even been your own.  The books that move you, change you, leave you wanting more.  There have been times when I’ve grown more attached to characters in a book than I have a lover.  Those are the books you never want to end.  So you read slowly, deliberately savoring each detail as if you will never be able to go back and open it again.

The End is such a bittersweet way to say, “goodbye.”

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 (Note: this isn’t a list of my favorite books- though some of them are- this is a list of books I read in the past year that impacted me and came to me like pieces of a puzzle)

  1. The Road Less Traveled, Timeless Edition: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth, M. Scott Peck
  2. The Unbearable Lightness of Being: A Novel, Milan Kundera
  3. The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell, Aldous Huxley
  4. How Should a Person Be?: A Novel from Life, Sheila Heti
  5. Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger
  6. He’s Scared, She’s Scared: Understanding the Hidden Fears That Sabotage Your Relationships, Steven Carter and Julia Sokol
  7. Just Kids, Patti Smith
  8. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
  9. The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity, Jeremy P. Tarcher
  10. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love: Stories, Raymond Carver

What in the Actual F*ck: Salty, Sweet Slumber

By |January 26th, 2017|Uncategorized|

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My eyes flicked open, pillow cool with sweat.  It took me a moment to register that I was even awake.

It’s as if I had just parachuted from a dream, unable to discern whether it was real or not.  I looked out the window to see the early light of dawn and it became disappointingly clear that it had just been a dream.  But how was it that my heart was aching from emotions that felt still raw?  I felt your touch.  Smelled your skin.  Nestled myself into your chest.  And then I was alone.  The only body heat from the dog curled by my feet at the end of the bed, entirely oblivious to my emotional plight.

After a few moments of revelry, I closed my eyes, but couldn’t decide if I was excited to reunite with you in my sleep or terrified that you wouldn’t be there just like you wouldn’t be in the morning.  The soft pink din of the Himalayan Salt Lamp soothing me like a nightlight, I drifted back to sleep.

I now know what Fitzgerald meant when he said, “I used to build dreams about you.”

Benefits of Himalayan Salt Lamps: 

  • Cleanse and deodorize air, reducing allergies and asthma
  • Neutralize electromagnetic radiation
  • Aid sleep (produce negative ions, which aid in increasing blood and oxygen to brain/bloodstream)
  • Treat Seasonal Affective Disorder
  • Reduce static electricity
  • Improve mood and concentration

Benefits of Himalayan Salt (period):

  • Controls water levels in the body, regulating for proper functioning
  • Promotes stable pH balance in the cells, including the brain
  • Aids in the reduction in the common signs of aging
  • Reduces cramps
  • Aids in circulatory function
  • Increase in libido
  • Maintains healthy blood sugar levels


Where Are You?: Those Who Wander…

By |January 24th, 2017|Uncategorized|


There are few places to seek refuge in the city.  Even when you move to another borough, there’s not much more solace from the everyday chaos.

I make it a point to spend a few hours a few days every week wandering.  I pretend I’m in a city I’ve never been before.  And having just moved from Manhattan to Brooklyn only a few months ago, in a way I am.  No one knows me here and I won’t run into anyone who will bore me with questions about how I’ve been.

I choose to lose myself.  No phone calls.  No emails.  No black holes of social media.  Me, a coffee, and a playlist on shuffle.  I watch the people.  I smile at some.  Some smile back.  I gaze into windows.  Stroll into some stores.  Old Polish vintage stores piled with ceramic teacups and records of bands I’ve never heard of  doubling as tackle shops in the back.  I try to take a different route every time.  I notice the graffiti, the old chairs with good bones left on the sidewalk for the taking.  An old Victorian flush against the vinyl siding of another rectangular townhouse.  There is always something new to see, even if I happen upon the same street.  The light changes everything.  A new day’s perspective could be that light.

Some days, I walk as far as I can before there’s nowhere left to explore.  I look up and see the Empire State building.  Then I realize it.

You can never really get lost…