More Snippet

i'm lacking energy for all of the "mores" in my life right now, thanks to more insomnia brought on by more meditation. then there's more errands, more pitching, more brainstorming, more social obligations, more yoga, more (mis)interpretations, more decisions....

NYC Snippet

nyc's skyline always hits me when i haven't seen it for a while. it's like an old friend who doesn't have to choose words carefully. i'm loving the grunge, the undercurrent, the unexpected. nyc always surprises. thank you.

Sad Soaked Snippet

(I'm not posting as often as I'd like to. Thought of "snippets" to keep me writing more regularly. They'll be verbal snapshots of things I see, ways I feel, activities I've done, whatever. I see them as morsels.... Snippets are for when I have words, just fewer of them.)


puddle-soaked boots tapping to rufus on the florescent-lit subway, where my wayward glance meets sad, soulful eyes

Tick Tock?

Talking to Chad last week made me crystallize something that I had been thinking but hadn’t been able to articulate. Choosing a less conventional life than my upbringing – a late marriage, then divorce, no kids, large city, no suburbs – has meant more analysis and sometimes, more doubt. However, I’ve been happy, even after the turbulent bits. I know living married in the suburbs with children and a mini van isn’t for me.

But I believe there’s a glue to all that convention. Maybe it’s wrong, but I assume that wanting the convention, and not questioning it must make things—I think this is the word.—easier. It’s that you never had to decide whether children are a facet of your life. They are a given.

Because I’ve been getting bombarded with the maternal-clock question lately, I’ve been trying to figure out if mine is indeed ticking. Or even if there’s a mild hum. I’ve always been able to see the reasons why people have children. They give you a focus. Une raison d’être. And you love something more than yourself, which is ultimately good and settling.

For now I’m weighing those reasons.