This past week, I found myself building a fort. Not a metaphorical one, not an emotional one, not even one of those psychological defense mechanisms we shrinky types love to analyze. A literal, couch-based, throw-blanket-and-pillow kind of fort. Why? Because my tiny ten-pound dachshund has a back issue […]
The other day, while walking to work with coffee in hand, existential dread lightly simmering, I passed a young woman passionately lip-syncing into her phone, mid-stride, with choreography that would’ve made Paula Abdul proud. Yes, a really old reference here. And there I was, a blur in the […]
Just when we thought we could enjoy summer in peace, bare feet on the grass, a little iced coffee on the porch, a moment of non-crisis they’re back. No, not your ex. Not that coworker who still “forgets” to CC you on emails. I’m talking about the Spotted […]
Today, I’ve got nothing. No hot take. No quirky dog anecdote. No spiritual epiphany served with a side of sass and sarcasm. Just… a big swirling mental block wrapped in noise-canceling headphones. But here’s the twist: that mental block? That nothingness? It’s actually something. Something honest. Something real. […]
The other day, a praying mantis showed up on my porch. Just sitting there. Regal. Zen. Slightly judgy. You know the look. As if he had just stepped out of a tiny insect-sized yoga retreat and decided to pause at my doorstep to whisper, “You’ve got this… but […]
This past weekend, I fell into a documentary double feature that was less popcorn and more psychological ponderings. First, the freshly Emmy-nominated Martha Stewart documentary, and then “Billy Joel: And so it goes” (because let’s be honest, we’re all in the mood for a melody, and Billy must […]
From the vantage point of my dog-dented couch, where fur flies and life lessons simmer, I’ve come to realize that my middle dog might be the philosopher of the pack. While some chase tails, he chases inner peace. And by that, I mean he has fully subscribed to […]
It’s been hotter than a sidewalk hot dog cart in mid-July New York. The kind of heat that turns your eyebrows into tiny sweat dams and makes you question your life choices. Like why you didn’t just move to Iceland during the pandemic like you half-joked. So there […]
There’s something oddly humbling about thunder. You can be mid-sentence, mid-bite of your overpriced salad, or mid-scroll of your phone, and then BOOM! Mother Nature drops the mic. It’s the kind of sound that doesn’t ask for your attention, it demands it. Lately, though, thunder hasn’t just been […]
The first crack of thundersends one dog scurryingtiny paws, frantic heart,vanishing beneath the coverslike a secret we pretend not to keep. Rain taps at the shutterslike a memoryI haven’t quite made yet.The kind that lives in muscle and moodbefore it ever finds words. The leaves sway lush, green,resilient […]
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