This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?
Instead of always making room for improvement, perhaps one should just enjoy the space you occupy
Some times the way to fall in love again is to leave the thing behind you.
Using this time of year as an opportunity to forgive, to forget, and to let it all pass over.