DAY 9: The Writer’s Happiness Challenge: Remembering Kindness In today’s exercise, @splendidmola asks us to reflect on the last few days, remembering any small kindnesses performed by yourself or for yourself. Now set the timer for (5) minutes and write them down. Consciously Choosing Kindness for Myself, for Others Sending cards to loved ones inContinue reading “Choosing Kindness for Myself, for Others “
We New Yorkers may be resilient but I can’t bring myself to go outside. The weather report claims 17 degrees and sunny but every post on social media has a negative sign next to their numbers. Brrrrr. Yesterday when I woke up and looked out the window there was zero visibility. I instantly remembered theContinue reading “the life of a weather wimp”
Finn and I can see Downtown Brooklyn and the clocktower at One Hanson Place ticking the end to 2017. We are exactly where we should be, I know I am where I want to be: at home in flannel PJs with a can of sparkly ginger ale and a good book waiting to be read.Continue reading “3 minutes to midnight”
I’m deathly afraid of rollercoasters, especially the ones that go upside down.
This art of saying yes can be tricky if you do not stay true to yourself.
We survived the first frost. We reveled in the glee of the first snow. And our city stood in solidarity unafraid, unhindered by the botched pipe bomb that went off this morning. There are no words. Our city is not the first to be inflicted with terrorism, and we will not be the last. HatredContinue reading “a prayer for us all”
I remember that I am in control, that I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do.
There’s nothing as lonely as a vacant main street.
Everyone I know is in a perpetual state of ‘busyness,’ their schedules stretched to capacity with stress levels high. I find that technology can undermine good intentions–becoming yet another layer of noise to break through. And although I long to make genuine connections with the world at large, sometimes I lack the energy. As youContinue reading “Feeling Grateful in a Time of Vulnerability”
I have a friend who falls into hibernation mode on the day of the dead. She burrows away in her suburban home with a herd of cats, a crackling fireplace, and a good book. As a late October baby, I used to love kicking off fall, embracing the changing color of the leaves along with theContinue reading “’tis the season”