Boston was the perfect rebound relationship. It was big, messy, gorgeous, full of new sights and smells and a blissful anonymity; no one cares, walking down a busy Boston street, if I don’t have a boyfriend, if I screwed up at work, or even if I’m having a bad hair day.
Just over a year ago, I was living in Arkansas, and I was lost. It was a gorgeous Ozark fall, and I was staring down my 38th year, single, not a boyfriend in sight. I had just gone through an amiable but incredibly emotional breakup with my job, leaving a place to which I’d givenContinue reading “When the place fits”
Fall in the Ozarks is a glorious time. On a sunny, blue-skied day, even the most skeptical among us probably believe in some form of higher power, because it’s just inspiring to imagine that the fiery reds and yellows and oranges result from the sweep of a divine brush over the landscape. And then youContinue reading “Fall trees, or a sign of change to come”
A year ago today, I was in Seattle with my brother. We were probably at the Pike Place Market goggling at the flowers and produce. It was cool and grey, a welcome respite from the insufferable Arkansas heat and humidity. In a few days, my friend Jenn would arrive and we’d travel to Portland andContinue reading “Day One”
I’ve done a pretty good job of staying positive amid all the changes in my life recently. But today, I’ve gotta confess, my stomach is a ball of anxious. The problem with leaping into the unknown is that a good portion of the journey involves flying through the air without a net, (that’s a metaphorContinue reading “Lunchtime Lament: After the leap”