I Hate That For You

I’ve just had an interesting insight—if we compare our bodies to houses, it becomes extremely clear where the boundaries are. Ready? Let’s go! Imagine me in my house. I’m reading a book by the fire, cup of cocoa with a splash of Kahlua steaming beside me. Suddenly I hear a crash. I unravel from my … Continue reading I Hate That For You

I’ll Make a Scene

Do you ever meet someone and find yourself quoting Justin Bieber? ‘Immediately no.’ The second you see them, the moment their existence enters your consciousness, your entire body shouts ‘run for your life!’ Usually this activity is limited to your gut, but sometimes all the alarms go off at once. You’ve never met this person … Continue reading I’ll Make a Scene

Man Filter: Off

I got a divorce. Not from a man but a mindset. It was a long marriage, with kids and friends and businesses involved. It effected everything I said and did, where I lived, what I wore, what I ate. I can’t say I was trapped or the victim of a control freak. It’s just the … Continue reading Man Filter: Off

From the Vault:A Step-by-Step Guide on How to Infuriate Me

An oldie but goodie 😊 or should I say 😡

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MEMORANDUM
To: The General Public
From: Human Resources Dept of Joye Johnson, Inc.
Date: Today
Subject: How to make Joye mad

We apologize for the confusion that seems to surround the matter of how to incite the fury of our company’s founder and chairman. After lengthy discussions with our CEO, we have decided that Continue reading “From the Vault:A Step-by-Step Guide on How to Infuriate Me”

The Art of Being at Home

A couple of months ago, I discovered a YouTuber who filmed herself in nature. After a few minutes in the forest, she showed herself baking or decorating her living space. It was a one-room cottage, but it seemed like an entire world fit in her four walls. Unlike many ‘cottagecore’ videos I tried to watch … Continue reading The Art of Being at Home

The Crying Stops Here

In ancient times, women were hired to go to the house of someone who recently died and mourn them. They wailed and wept and bemoaned, and I can only imagine how exhausted they must have been at day’s end. The custom continues today, and these women are called moirologists. But sometimes they’re called Your Single Friends. We tend to think our friends are, y’know, friends. We meet people and decide to spend time … Continue reading The Crying Stops Here

Asking Is The Answer

A few months ago I found this late 90’s TV show on YouTube. It was set in New York, with twentysomethings figuring out love and careers and no it wasn’t Friends. I had decided to do the same in 1998—move to New York to see what I was made of. And I LOVED this show. … Continue reading Asking Is The Answer