monday maven.

in
i am so very honored and humbled to be featured here as this week's



vanessa's blog is such a delight and anyone who lives by the mantra "i never grew up" is exactly the kind of person i'd like to be connected to.

thanks for letting me play, vanessa!

in

i have been sick with stomach flu.

since late, late sunday night.
and am just now beginning to come back to myself.

my joints are creaking in new and impossible ways.
and my skin tone has taken on a lovely yellowing pallor.

but the promise of having someone else do my laundry in scalding, boiling water makes me feel oh-so-much-better. (thank goodness for nyc launderers--and don't worry i'll give them specific instructions so as to avoid my germs!)

dearest self,

in

it's snowing today. and world is turning white. becoming new again. and you're okay.

you know that, right? that you're okay.

i know. i know this is so hard. that it has been for some time now. and it's okay to cry. and to be lonely. but i want you to know that you have so much to look forward to. that so much good is just around the corner. and everything, all of it, will have been worth it.

i smile as i write this, because i am so excited for you. for all that you have yet to experience.

life is funny. isn't it. it doesn't turn out at all like you expect. it's better. you can't see that yet, but trust me.

there are a few things i need you to know. first, you don't hate new york. i know that you think you're beginning to. you're just lonely and the city isn't terribly forgiving when it comes to this. second {and this will the most important thing i'm going to tell you} you have to reach into your resources and pull out some courage. you need to find a new job. you don't have to go back to acting right now. you don't have to ever go back if you don't want to (and i'm not going to spoil the surprise by telling you if you do). but it's time to move on. you need to find a job that you can take pride in. you are capable of so much more than cleaning tables and managing lists. and okay, so maybe your next job will be answering phones and that's okay (just make sure that the answering phones is a means to an end--choose a job with the potential for upward movement).

saturday night.

in ,


it's saturday night.

and i got home early.

so i whipped up my second batch of spelt biscuits .

and am about to crawl into bed with my book.

yes, i am the girl that bakes spelt biscuits on a saturday night. and i am okay with that. in fact, i kinda like it.

(ps: the biscuit is on a cupcake plate. can you tell?! yes, a cupcake plate given to me my most wonderful mother this Christmas. isn't she just so tuned into what is cool?).

this was a good week. i survived. flourished even. and reveled in the good news of others.

i happened to attend a rotary club meeting in buffalo once upon a time. {i know... don't ask.} but they have this thing where they put a dollar into a hat and with that dollar they get to share news that brings them great personal joy.

so, two dollars, thank you very much. two dollars have i just placed in the hat.


congratulations, ladies, i feel so lucky to be connected to you both (even if it is through this strange and bewildering thing known as blogdom).