I sat in a coffee shop one morning. I ordered a medium Breve with an extra shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin, which was served with irritation when I asked for the plastic wrap to be removed prior to heating in the microwave. I sat facing the full front window. The wind made the banners … Continue reading That one time I sat in a coffee shop judging people
“My room is a mess. A complete and utter mess.” I mumbled this to myself as the early morning light began drifting over my room spotlighting every thread of clothing scattered about. Blue jeans poised over boxes in anticipation of a new adventure with belt dangling as if in a dare. Running shorts balled and … Continue reading My room is a mess, so is my mind.
I had a blog once, years ago. It reflected who I thought I was, not who I am now. I found I felt trapped by the title. I felt defined. I hated feeling like a “forgone conclusion.” Today, this day, I step away from the Diaries of a Fat Girl to sipping fine vodka without … Continue reading Rebirth