There was once was a girl who loved words.
And coffee. Coffee, too.
THE GIRL: Meg. Lover of lattes, cobblestone streets, and any novel set in the 1920's.
THE BLOG: A guide on how to drink coffee (full-fat and without restraint), soften, and ever-so-slowly suss out a life. This is a blog about becoming.
Born and bred in Texas, I now reside in New York City, in a hundred-year-old brownstone with wooden stairs, an out-of-tune piano, and an actual fireplace--it is a home in a city where, such a thing, is hard to come by.
I came to New York at the tender age of 18 to study drama at The Juilliard School. But it was upon graduating that the real education began--life being a tremendously effective (and occasionally brutal) teacher.
Much of that education is chronicled here. In the archives of this blog.
(On turning 30. And showing up. The Fringe Benefits of Confidence. The whole mess of 2014. Getting left at the airport en route to Paris. How just recently a man replaced the lid to my coffee and the gesture of it took my breath away. Jettisoning furniture. The apartment from hell. Six years in, and finally(!), a blog manifesto. Crying in the grocery store. Moving south of 14th Street. Learning to say yes. Navigating heartbreak. And on and on...)
In the span of all of the years since college I have fought relentlessly for a whole and good and purposefully imperfect life.
And occasionally, I've done okay for myself.
It's worth saying, in this moment, I am so deeply indebted to anyone who has ever taken the time to come to to this little corner of the internet. Over the years, your supporthas both humbled and buoyed me . And for that, there are not words enough.