When I tell people that my brother and I had an absolute blast skiing in the rain last weekend in Park City, the reaction across the board is “but rain isn’t good for skiing.” No, friends, it’s not. But what is good for skiing is attitude, and our entire day centered around a sense of…
I don’t feel like I can possibly do justice to the gratitude I have in my heart for last weekend, in Aspen, with my favorite people in the whole world. I wrote this immediately after returning home: Time somehow moves both slower and faster in Aspen. It’s as if you’re flush—with time, with friends, with…
In this week of loooooove, I am so grateful for all of the loves in my life. So many loves! So many third wheels, so many close friends (even weekend ones!), so much amazing family. I’m in Aspen, where I love and am loved by some of the people pictured, but there’s also something special…
Say your weekend goes like this: your temporary adult roommate co-works with you all day at your patio table. Y’all hit up a yoga class, then decide to go for a quick dinner after showering. You have a glass or 3 of shower wine, and then a to-go cup and head to Dory Deli. You…
I’ve written a lot about learning or remembering to accept unconditional love, ahem, unconditionally. (Here are a few stories from dailyhap: Smelly Travel Can Open Up a Heart, How I Got Back to Being Me Through Friendship, and A Cab to the Airport) But this past weekend and week was a welcome reminder of just…
Over at dailyhap.com, I posted some fresh ruminations on love and loss … “That sense of loss is exactly what we must anticipate, prepare for, and cherish to the last of our days; for it is only our heartbreak that finally refutes all that is ephemeral in love.” – A Gentleman in Moscow, Amor Towles…
I find it hard to write about tragic events like the shooting in Las Vegas at the Route 91 Harvest Festival. I could have been there—literally, I got invited for a spontaneous trip Friday night, only to be uninvited Saturday—and many of my friends were. Friends’ friends were shot, and some are still in the…
Remember my grand plans for Memorial Day Weekend—staycation? I made it to San Diego. That was it. But it was perfect. The holiday weekend days stretched long and luxurious. I love my new Acoustic Ales hat—and their beers are amazing, visit the brewery if you’re in SD—and I’m so grateful for a(nother) friend with whom…
10 years. Today, ten years have passed since my best friend was killed, an event that quite obviously changed my life. I’ve written about it plenty here. Today doesn’t hurt like other anniversaries have, but you never stop wondering what might have been. As time passes and the closeness of many of my foundational mixed-gender…
We’re down to 4 out of 6. I just got wine glasses that I love and am obsessed with, and a friend broke one last weekend. Then I broke one today, washing it. I haven’t even owned them for a month! I was sad, but then I asked myself what the alternative was: they sit…