This morning. Nothing to wear, typical of the closet-full-of-things-but-hate-it-all syndrome. I pull hangers our haphazardly with half-asleep eyes. Try on a few options, get frustrated or bored—whichever comes first—and decide I'll sweat instead. Half an hour of Pilates and a shower later, I ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
It's been a while since the last. . Â . Â . Â Phone vibrates. Brrrr, it goes, from somewhere beneath rumpled covers and sheets. Vibrations are d i s p e r s e d across the entirety of my bed. It's actually under my pillow. "Love is life!" is scrawled across my iPhone. I can't help but ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
It's Saturday morning. I've been up since six, just in time to see marbled skies turn blue. And with caffeine settling in as I sit cross-legged in front of my desk, half t y p i n g , half watching Fairly Legal (best.show.ever), yet again, Eating spoonfuls of Chobani as I make mental shopping ... Read More