I am sitting here for one last silent Sunday of the year at my favorite bar. I sit here as many Sundays as I can, at the table in the corner by the window (and the outlet) and drink 1 or 2 or 3 grapefruit mimosas and I write. Sometimes other people join me in… Continue reading at some point, ice has to melt.
I have a mere five days left as the lead teacher to 16 two year olds. I’ll be taking six of them to continue the journey in preschool. But, man, two year olds. They are all the things. And I’ve loved them. So though they will probably never read this, this is a letter to them.… Continue reading to my 2 year olds; with love, teacher meg
About two months ago I had this outlandish idea. For my birthday, all I wanted to do was construct a big table, cook a bunch of food and combine all of my Bellingham friend groups. Combining friend groups is tricky. Mixing and mingling between multiple groups of humans where, for the most part, you’re the… Continue reading But first, celebrate.
The kind of lovely thing about a basically mid year birthday is that you can stop and reflect about what has happened since the calendar year changed as well as what has gone on since your age changed last. Seven out of the twelve months of this year were lived in 2016. And we all… Continue reading My dear 31, you were kind of a bitch.
I was thinking a lot while I was in church today about why I go to church. I’m not from a regular church attending type of family. We were able to make our own choices and decisions, we were about to choose our path. I’m grateful for that. I’m grateful that I know, from the… Continue reading wear the damn tiara
I don’t really know at what point in my life I realized there was a difference between being normal and being not normal. There was a moment though, I think maybe, in the season of my life that I was made fun of for my voice and I realized people were mean, that I distinctly… Continue reading the moment I realized I wasn’t normal
My couch is currently covered in clean laundry. My bedroom floor could use a vacuuming and there are a few dishes in the sink. I’m going to a party in an hour- I should be straightening my hair or doing my makeup.But, instead, I’m sitting here with a cup of coffee and my fingers to… Continue reading On Sundays, I write.