Like many of us, the events of 2020 threw me into an entirely new way of living. I got tele-married in my living room, had a baby, then moved from San Francisco to a 1940’s farmhouse in Georgia.
My tiny studio apartment in San Francisco was home for nearly 12 years, six of which I shared with my now-husband. Combined, we had a lot of stuff, most of which I never gave thought to. That is until we moved.
Moving forced me to examine my stuff, and in doing so, examine my life.
It’s astounding how much accumulated over the…
Something I’ve learned is that when you say you don’t drink, people either question your choice, or they ask a lot of questions.
“Why quit if you don’t have a problem?”
Society has taught us to equate a “drinking problem” with alcoholism, but you don’t have to be an addict to have a problem with drinking. I simply don’t like the way alcohol makes me feel. I live with chronic migraines and myalgia (random muscle pain) that can be triggered by anything from dropping barometric pressure to certain kinds of cheese. While the weather is not in my control, what…
My 2018 Annual Reading List Update
For most of 2018, I had a daily 1.5-hour train commute to and from my San Francisco home, so needless to say, I got in a lot of reading. My favorite books read last year are listed below along with a little commentary about why I chose them, and what I learned from reading them.
January was the start of a new writing job with a biotech company focused on food allergy prevention. I’ve always been interested in health, and strongly believe that there is a huge environmental component to our well-being. The CEO…
I was a junior in college when Facebook made its way from the halls of Harvard to the University of Colorado at Boulder. Facebook’s entrance into my life was pretty uneventful, but somehow, it managed to stay in my life even longer than my interest in practicing medicine, my favorite pair of vintage jeans, and even some of my most definitive college friendships.
During that period of my life, I used the internet exclusively for work and school, so it wasn’t until everyone had Facebook that I realized I needed one too.
6:45 am: My alarm blasts an overly peppy tune, waking me out of an absurd but exciting dream. I feel confused for a second. Why it is going off so early on a Sunday? Then I remember I ambitiously set it early the night before so I could catch the sunrise from my rooftop and write.
6:46 am: I stumble out of bed, turn my alarm off, and get back under the duvet. My boyfriend is warm and cuddly and I immediately fall back asleep.
7:30 am: My second alarm sounds. I keep an analog clock on my nightstand as…
I saw you today. Your body was firmly planted in the corner of the cafe but you were somewhere else. Both eyes were glazed over and you moved on autopilot, one hand rocking a sleeping newborn and the other holding a box of chocolate milk. Your eyes were teary, lost in the quicksand of a racing mind. I wondered what was breaking your heart so deeply and my heart broke a little too.
Your cheery, curly haired little girl tried her very hardest to get her wiggly straw into the plastic-sealed hole of her chocolate milk, which she had eagerly…