{charleston, sc. july 2012} “let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. it will not lead you astray.” -rumi.
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{in honor of neda week, i have a thought or two about my experience with anorexia nervosa} when i wrote my “i binged on fun at remuda ranch” series (part one. two. three.) last year, i was hoping to reach people, to change their minds, to shake things up in terms of what people think of eating disorders. what i got was not only an outpouring of love from readers, strangers, and middle school acquaintances. it’s my most-read piece, by far, and the fact that scared mothers who googled this issue and read everything they could do to help their daughter or son beat one of these nasty disorders and found this piece through the magic of the internet touches me on a…
the other night i had the pleasure of meeting a really kindred spirit in the unlikely place of a new frozen yogurt shop where i was attending a babysitters-parent networking event (feel free to laugh. this is my normal.) we hit a lull in the event, the other babysitters really weren’t talking to other babysitters and hardcore ENFP that i am, i just couldn’t handle not talking to other human beings. i ended up talking to the girl next to me, a nice, bubbly post-grad and we shortly began gabbing to our hearts content about work, preferred take-out restaurants (indian food court restaurant @ the pru/ chili duck) and the like. admittedly, she met me on a rough day of realizing hey, i don’t…
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{my preferred means of studying} i’m gonna whisper this really softly in case i startle any of you. i figured out i don’t want to apply to grad school. not this year at least. maybe not even in five years. maybe not ever. whatever. in the spirit of 2013: the year of “nope” i’m saying nope to running wild with ideas i’ve half-convinced myself of going forward with. i’ve always loved learning. i sometimes will exclaim it to whomever is near me. “siiiiiiigh, i love learning,” which is usually met with an eye roll. the fact that i was never on the scripps spelling bee when i was in middle school is still a weak spot for me (i would definitely be one of the…
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i am a yes girl through and through. i say yes to new friends because, hey, new friends! i say yes to babysitting new kids for new families because, hey, money for me to blow on overpriced decaf americanos and concert tickets and ingredients to bake speculoos cookies! i say yes to including not-the-nicest people in my little world that might not be paying the adequate amount of rent money to inhabit that space, because yes is always best, right?! especially in this twenty-something female blog world, i can’t tell you how many times i’ve seen a twee little “say yes to life” message riddled among blog posts. and you know what? nope. just….nope. don’t get me wrong, i love that i am agreeable.…
{click above picture of three year-old mackenzie for playlist, because seven year-old me had an unsightly white girl ‘fro} like i said before, the sads don’t typically prey upon me in the winter, i’ll admit. but i also have a pretty unfair advantage for combatting the nasty little case of blues that seem to hover above most people post-january 1st by having a conveniently late-winter birthday (ahem, march 7th. ahem. i’d love this sriracha sauce iphone case, ahem). but sometimes, like most people who live in cities where the days look the same at 4am as they do at 4pm, it hits me. it really does. it sneaks up and settles in and asks to stay to take the chill off in my living…
{tampa. january 2012.} “a thousand doors ago when i was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was summer as long as i could remember, i lay on the lawn at night, clover wrinkling over me, the wise stars bedding over me, my mother’s window a funnel of yellow heat running out, my father’s window, half shut, an eye where sleepers pass, and the boards of the house were smooth and white as wax and probably a million leaves sailed on their strange stalks as the crickets ticked together and i, in my brand new body, which was not a woman’s yet, told the stars my questions and thought god could really see the heat and the painted light,…
one of the questions i get asked the most is, “you bike everywhere? even in the winter? isn’t that, like, cold?” the next question i am asked in terms of frequency is, “why are you carrying around a bike helmet?” (i was once asked this questions four times in the matter of two hours on campus at emerson. emerson kids, context clues! come on! get with it! don’t make me roll my eyes at you! ) in some ways, people will put me up on this pedestal because i bike year-round in massachusetts. they think i’m somehow stronger than them, or faster, or more able to dodge oncoming traffic. and i can tell you plainly and bluntly, i’m not. my bike was $100. i wear…
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“the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don’t mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don’t sing all the time.” -lawrence ferlinghetti
“each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth. why should i share you? why don’t you get rid of someone else for a change? i am the least difficult of men. all i want is boundless love. even trees understand me! good heavens, i lie under them, too, don’t i? i’m just like a pile of leaves. however, i have never clogged myself with the praises of pastoral life, nor with nostalgia for an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. no. one need never leave the confines of new york to get all the…
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