This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
Here’s the thing: life is sort of a pretty dream, if you look at it the right way.
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.
Fire is the greatest alchemist the world has ever known.
Still waters are always the sign of something deep(er).
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.