Love, After Corona: Water The Flowers
My flowers are withering, and it’s my fault. I read a post today that resonated with me and reflected my current circumstances. There was one friend, who attempted to offer the other a small bouquet of flowers as a sign of congratulation for their accomplishment. Rather than savoring the moment, and presenting an attitude of…
Love, After Corona: Other Side Of The Threshold
It’s been a minute or two since I’ve written, and it occurred to me that it is finally time to explore the other side of our new “normal.” Kindling this blog series was cathartic to me, in a time when I had to come to terms with the truth that nothing would ever be as…
Love In The Time Of Corona: Out Of The Concrete Jungle
“New York isn’t a city—it’s a whole world.” There are many things in this world that are never the same twice. This week, I discovered that a city I idolized wasn’t the same anymore, no matter how many familiar paths I took in hopes of recapturing its original essence. New York, you’ve changed, and I…
Love In Time Of Corona: Journey To The Concrete Jungle
I carry Manhattan in my heart and I always will. It matters not how many years it’s been since I last set foot in the concrete jungle, because every sense is still attuned to its pulsing energy. This week, I get the privilege of watching that place make its indelible mark on the hearts of…
Love In The Time Of Corona: Hard To Remember, Easy To Forget
When explaining the depth of my affection for my loved ones and friends, I’ve often said: “I’d fight tigers for [insert name].” Let it never be said that I love quietly or simply. I love most, if not all, I’ve encountered, and do what I can to make sure they know it. I try not…
Love In The Time Of Corona: Turning Left
I thrive on itineraries. Maps. Reservations. I can make a killer to-do list. I get a secret thrill from checking boxes when something is finished. I’ve always had a compulsion to obsessively want everything planned out. Maybe it’s because I’ve been blindsided by defeat. Maybe it’s because surprises have been disastrous, rather than joyous, for…
Love In The Time Of Corona: Love Takes Work
As a young girl, I grew up believing in love. Yes, much of my earliest understanding was rooted in the “happily ever after” facade of fairy tales, where nobody saw what went beyond the “after”—it was just white dresses, wedding bells chiming, and the retreat in a carriage. In high school, I met love again…
Love In The Time Of Corona: Peaks & Valleys
{insert two-month pause between posts, long overdue} Here I go again…and be prepared for a metaphor or two. I’m feeling figurative tonight. At the summit of a mountain, the landscape provides infinite possibility in its vastness, something the eye can only marvel at. Conversely, the insularity of a valley views a lot like one who…
Love In The Time Of Corona: Alone, Together
Solitude is something rare as a parent of two, and one that I might have previously found myself longing for. Maybe on a beach, or in the mountains—some place that provides a respite from the bustling of daily life. Coming back to reality refreshed. I’ve had ten days of it. Some would say it is…
Love In The Time Of Corona: No Time For Down Time
How does the saying go—“no rest for the weary”? Or is it “I’ll sleep when I’m dead?” I’ve noticed that we, as a society, place little to no importance on solid R & R in our daily lives—-what the Italians call “dolce fa niente,” or the sweetness of doing nothing. I believe the term we…
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