It's the wee hours of the morning as I write this. The rain is pouring and the sound is so soothing against these New York City streets. My morning cup of coffee feels like a hug.
I wish I could say it's surprising that I haven't written in two months but truthfully...it's not surprising at all. Not only has time been flying, but I've barely caught my breath.
I saw a bunch of concerts and movies--each and every one was great. Avengers End Game and Aladdin were probably my favorites.
Florida kayaking was extraordinary.
There were a couple long weekends with S. One surprise night included a Hasan Minhaj live taping of Patriot Act! You can see us on the Sudan episode a few times, laughing at his ridiculousness. Such an interesting experience...and such a humbling topic. I've been researching ways to help the Sudanese people since.
We took a whirlwind 6 day trip to India to celebrate my grandfather's 90th birthday. He and I have a weekly phone date so it mean...
A couple months ago, it had been a particularly crappy day, and my favorite fella, R, came by to check on me. Sitting on my couch with our legs side by side, he watched as I tried to tame my wildly curly hair, fresh out of the shower that was supposed to calm me but didn't, and listened as I fumbled through tears about why I was having such a hard time.
"What's your love language?" he asked, out of the blue.
"My what now?"
"Your love language."
I'd heard about the five love languages from that book (of course) on the charts recently, written by Gary Chapman. But I hadn't considered mine too much.
Love languages are the idea that every person gives and takes love in five groups of ways (languages). By learning your spouse/significant other's, your friends' or even your child's love language, you're able to express yourself in a way they understand so there are less misunderstandings and better transformations ahead for your relationship. You can also recognize which love languages you appre...
Note from 2019: This is a re-used post from last year but I loved writing it so much then that I decided to bring it back. :)
Confession: I love Valentines Day. I know it's a hokey corporate-constructed faux-holiday that is really only in existence so jewelry, flower and perfume markets can capitalize on the time period between New Years and Memorial Weekend.
Now that we got that out of our system...the reason I love Valentines Day is because I think celebrating love in all its forms is kind of fun, and kind of cute to watch when you see guys rush to their nearest jeweler or chocolate shop, and girls try to figure out what to get their boyfriends. And...CHOCOLATE. GOES. ON. SALE. I guess instead of thinking of it as Singles' Awareness Day, it's always just been a fun day to celebrate friendship, a relationship, or (when I was a teacher!) the love of little children who make us laugh. I've kept so many cards over the years that I've gotten from my little ones in classrooms!
Every once in a while, you read a book that changes your life...that forces your empathy to grow, challenges the things you were certain of, and makes you question how you'd respond.
This Is How It Always Is, by Laurie Frankel, is one of those books.
"This is how a family keeps a secret…and how that secret ends up keeping them.
This is how a family lives happily ever after…until happily ever after becomes complicated.
This is how children change…and then change the world.
This is Claude. He’s five years old, the youngest of five brothers, and loves peanut butter sandwiches. He also loves wearing a dress, and dreams of being a princess.
When he grows up, Claude says, he wants to be a girl.
Rosie and Penn want Claude to be whoever Claude wants to be. They’re just not sure they’re ready to share that with the world. Soon the entire family is keeping Claude’s secret. Until one day it explodes."
But what would you do in that situation? Is everything as it seems?
Ladies (and gents)...you know exactly what I'm talking about when I say everyone has had a heartbreak legend will be written about. Tell me you didn't think of that one guy/girl who shattered you. The opportunity that passed you by. The road not taken.
The one you thought of even more when you tried to drink it away (and possibly drunk texted. No judgment.)
The one you tearfully told your friends, your parents, your cousins, your hair stylist, the neighbor, the mailman and the sweet retail girl at Express--who was just trying to help you choose a pair of revenge jeans--about.
The one you wrote pages of anger about (and possibly to) so s/he could know exactly what s/he did wrong and could take responsibility (Rachel Green, I FEEL YOU GIRL!).
Jokes aside, it's a garbage place to be. I mean...dating is hard enough nowadays. Call me a dinosaur if you want, but dating apps have a lot to do with it. It's easy in a world of instant gratification to swipe left or right and decide in a millisecond...