A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
The Plight of the Modern Day Boy Band
No, I am not embarrassed for liking Harry Styles. But why do people make me feel as if I should? The Current Problem After the release of Harry Styles’ first album, self-titled, I didn’t give it a good listen. This wasn’t for any particular reason, maybe it was a lack of time...however, I wonder if it was something more. Maybe I inherently thought his super fans hyped it up too much (spoiler: they didn’t). But, after my sister convincingly had me listen to his second album, Fine Line, I was immediately hooked.
The Legend of the Lake
May 1st, 1933 8:00 AM The sound of the wind whistles through the risen mainsail. It’s our first outing in May. The air is cool and tight. The fog blocks all visibility out on the lake. Only figures and blobs are to be seen, other than Andreas. Though we are next to each other, he is the helmsman for today. We switch every weekend. Last week was me, this week is him, and so on. Otherwise, we would always be bumping into each other.
It’s time to get ooky-spooky! It is officially October, and that means pumpkin spice everything, jack-o'lantern contests, Halloween Pinterest boards, Amazon wish lists, and of course, the perfect playlist for your Halloweekend.
The Birch Tree
Growing up, a birch tree stood tall in my front yard. It had beautiful white bark and was covered in these clusters of tiny little flowers. In autumn, the leaves would turn yellow, overwhelming our house with color. My sisters and I would rake the leaves into a big pile to jump in and throw at each other, only to re-rake again. On the sturdiest of branches, my dad attached a little turquoise swing with yellow ropes and pushed us as high as it could go. I loved the tummy drop the swing gave me. After the leaves disintegrated and the snow started to fall, the white bark would hold snowflakes; the serenity of winter. This birch tree was my absolute favorite tree. It holds some of my first memories.
The Unspoken Voicemail
My alarm woke me up too early today. It makes me think of you. You made me change it so it wouldn’t wake you up. Do you remember? It was only two months into our relationship. Almost three years ago now.
When the sun comes out on a cloudy day I think of the way you will look out the window, Smile wide and say, “Here comes the sun…”
Owning Your Story: The Power in Sharing
The world survives on storytelling. Whether it be folklore passed on through generations, a book, a religious dance, or a performance of Ancient Greek theatre, storytelling has always been a way for humans to connect, hear new perspectives, and share wisdom.
It’s harder to sleep when I’m not at home. I have no dreams when I’m all alone. They say it gets easier after a while,