The internet brings a lot of shit into our lives, but it also brings real people living real lives. People who share so much of their lives that you feel you know them. It’s a little like how you feel about and care for some characters in novels, except these online people aren’t fictional characters; they’re real. And their dogs are real. And when their dogs get so sick they have to be put down, these people lay themselves bare and document, for all the world to see, their pain.
Transformation Takes Time: Lessons from a Yoga Streak
Change takes time, and everyone in the social media landscape lies about this. They tell you you can transform yourself in 6 months, and that is complete and utter bullshit. Real, lasting, and meaningful transformation takes 4 years. Maybe longer. And if you buy into the 6-month lie, you buy into misery.
I Saw The Odyssey And I Have Thoughts
The thrill for me, who had already “seen” these things in my imagination, was to see them come to life on the screen. For me, this movie was so much better than what I had concocted in my own imagination, by like, a thousand-fold. And that is almost NEVER the case for me with books and movies. The movie is always, or mostly, a disappointment. Not this one
Bookstore Connections: Conversations That Matter
I keep worrying about her getting in trouble for talking to us for so long, even though it was the most interesting and meaningful conversation with a stranger in a store I’d had all week, and a true moment of connection. I truly did not want it to end, but I worried that she might get fired for it. How sad is that?
The Annual Rehoboth Beach Post
This blog takes the most time, so it’s tempting to let it go but I can’t break a 3-and-a-half-year streak just because I want to go boogie boarding, play Muffin Pan Mania, ride bumper cars, and eat ice cream.
Creating A Capsule Wardrobe Is Worth It
But today, as I sit here procrastinating about packing for the beach, I’m thinking that my “fashion/style/capsule wardrobe enthusiasm,” while over, is still paying hefty dividends to this day.
On A Day In July
Day 10 of my Ashtanga commitment is in the books. A streak has begun. Each day I put on the same mandala Yogaz pants, a Lulu fitted tee, and tie my hair up in a bandeau headband. I stand in front of a full-length mirror, greet my image, and begin.
50 Years Later: Revisting Storrs
I waited for my past self to plop down with her heavy backpack. I waited for her to look up and smile at me. To ask me what I was doing there with no notebook, no backpack, no pen, no homework. But she never showed up.
Halfway Day and Q3
I’m done thinking of my life as a through-hike; instead, I think of it like an art project, something I get to design based on whatever happens to be bothering me or intriguing me at the moment. At the moment, that project is about incorporating weights, managing cortisol, and adding more protein to my diet. I want to feel what it would be like to be strong.
Inspired by in June 2026
My Current Internet Kink Bedscapes. Sheets, pillows, blankets, sometimes even towels. I’m following a guy who teaches you how to make your bed. The right way. The proper way. The most aesthetically pleasing way. I used to make beds as a candy striper. I can fold a mean hospital corner. But until this Instagram guy, … Continue reading Inspired by in June 2026
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