Earlier in the week I posted a somewhat depressing (although wholly truthful) account of my thirty-sixth birthday and everything I am going through right now. But for now, I feel like I have to write a quick pick-me-up. Another birthday story. A goodie. On my birthday (last week), it also happened to be #tbt a.k.a. … Continue reading Thirty


Last week I turned 36. 36.   Last year (obviously), I turned 35. And I ran away from it. I ran as far as I could go, somewhere where I would know no one. I went to Thailand. On my own. And it ended up being a magical place. It ended up being one of … Continue reading ThirtySix