Perfectionist.

It’s kind of funny, really. Yesterday someone called me a “perfectionist” and it caught me completely off guard. So naturally, I laughed it off and told them to “stop talking stupid” (great rebuttal), but still they stood by their assessment. So when talking with various friends & family on the phone today, I casually brought it up and …. ((crickets)) Then a “well, yeah”. WHAT? … Continue reading Perfectionist.

My 3 month Quarantine.

Hey fam, wanted to check in…make sure everybody’s good.  I know that this is a strange and scary time right now.  And though it might be hitting some harder than others, at the end of the day, this is affecting all of us.  I find solace in knowing my boredom/frustration is being shared with friends + strangers all over the world.   On that note, … Continue reading My 3 month Quarantine.

Light the Night.

http://pages.lightthenight.org/mi/AnnArbor17/RWilliams When I was 7 years old, my best friend was diagnosed with leukemia.  Of course, being so young, I had no idea what that meant.  But I could tell by the look on my parents’ faces and her parents’ faces, it wasn’t good.  Elizabeth and I met in pre-school.  Shortly after, our mothers got us involved in the same dance company, where we would … Continue reading Light the Night.

the celebration and devastation of time…

This morning hurts.  I can feel it already even though it’s only 8AM.  It hurts like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.  I’m not really sure how to begin explaining it because it’s highly possible that no one will relate.  But maybe some of you will.  I have been trying to find the words for what I’m feeling for weeks … Continue reading the celebration and devastation of time…

What a difference a year can make.

What a difference a year can make. Or 89 years, at that. Yesterday we celebrated my Granny’s 89th birthday.  I want us all to take a moment here… EIGHTY-NINE YEARS OLD!  Taylor Swift was born in 1989.  My grandmother was born in 1927.  Like, whaaaaaa?! This woman still lives alone in the house that she bought with my Grandpa over 50 year ago. She leased … Continue reading What a difference a year can make.