Life, motherhood, existential crisis. Oh, and moving from Hollywood to the farm. That too.
From the category archives:
It occurred to me this morning as I waited for the kettle to boil, that my life here is much smaller, or perhaps, narrower, than the one I had in Los Angeles. But I mean this as a compliment. Here, I more often know the sources of the objects I interact with, the things I [...]
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The funny thing is, I don’t have specific nostalgia for my first love (sorry, James–but I’m sure you feel the same!) but rather for the feeling that kind of love engendered at the time. Thanks to the Writer’s Almanac, of course, for both of these. I love my daily dose of poetry. Everything We Do [...]
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The Wordsworth Effect by Joyce Sutphen Is when you return to a place and it’s not nearly as amazing as you once thought it was, or when you remember how you felt about something (or someone) but you know you’ll never feel that way again. It’s when you notice someone has turned down the volume, [...]
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