Don’t leave wet towels on the floor. You roll your eyes when I ask you to pick up your towel, but it’s important. Picking up after yourself means you have respect for me, for yourself and our home. Plus, when you respect those things it shows you respect the world Continue Reading
Once upon a time there was a girl who had an idea of becoming a successful author. She had lots of ideas for stories. Sometimes she wrote them down, and sometimes she just let them circle around inside her head until they gained enough steam to become, well, anything. She Continue Reading
Sometimes to get through difficult moments in life, you have to peel off the tough layers of your skin and get down to the heart of the matter. I have many friends and acquaintances who’ve experienced tough losses of loved ones—some years ago and some very recent, but in either case, loss has a way of changing all of us. The important thing to remember is that though it’s sometimes difficult to understand and recognize, grief is a very long and painful process. The letter below is one of the most raw and personal pieces I’ve ever written and decided to share publicly. I’m sharing it now not only as part of my own healing process, but also for those who might feel alone in their struggle with grief. I want you to know that no matter who you are, or what you’ve lost—you are not alone.
There’s something about the closing of another year that turns me into somewhat of a sentimental asshole.
“Live and learn.” It’s the cliché we use right after we fuck something up—and, because we’re human, we use it a lot. We all know that humans often learn best by “doing.” But what happens when we realize that a lot of what we’re doing is completely ass-backwards?
Because I’m a sappy parent, I believe in writing things down for my daughter. That’s why when she turned seven (though I wish I would have done this much earlier), I started writing her lists of “random thoughts” each year on her birthday. Some of my random thoughts are funny, Continue Reading
Hello, my name is Jamie and I’m a living, breathing sensitive (and sometimes insensitive) human being. It’s taken me awhile to make that admission out loud, but it’s true. You’re probably wondering why I bring this up, however, if you watch the news and experience the world we live in, Continue Reading
Wanderlust is a great word. Originated from the German-language, it means “a great desire to travel, or rove about.” It sounds poetic and pretty awesome, and it explains part of my absence from this blog since my oh-so enlightening “Year 44” post back in March (insert eye roll here).
Another year has come and gone and I’m grateful for the opportunity to take another orbital spin around the sun. Time passes a lot faster these days then I wish it would, still, I’m not ashamed of my age—at least not yet. I think the reason life seems so short Continue Reading