In January, I took advantage of a wonderfully snowy afternoon to climb Saint-Hubert and try on some pointe shoes for the very first time.
I have a handful of New Year's resolutions for 2023 to share. As usual, these are "soft resolutions": drink tea every day, read 14 books, write every day, and at least an hour of ballet a week.
I'm lighting the bat...err... tea signal! I am looking for a kintsugi ceramic artist to cure a sick teapot.
My (loosely defined) goals on the TikTok app are to share videos of tea, accompanied by the occasional plant or book video, but only for as long as it’s fun for me.
It's been a year since I started ballet at age 30 with little more than a handful of bad habits embedded into muscle memory. Here's what a year of ballet has taught me.
I am happy to announce that I still managed to write 14 solid drafts, 1 silly couplet, and 2 very messy prose-adjacent … things… which is really not bad, all things considered!
No one explained to me how endometriosis works, its possible causes, its challenges, the treatment options (not in detail, anyway!), nor how the condition evolves over the long term. And reparations? HA!
My reading this winter, especially on politics and history, has been oddly prophetic in the worst way.
I'm writing about chronic pain today, because the last six months have brought about some big, big changes, and it's been a lot to take in.
I’ve been uncommonly busy. I look back through my journal and am just amazed by the pace at which certain projects moved and how many to-do lists went barely half-finished.