to the reigning moral majority
We sat on the couch eating sushi as Pope Francis delivered mass to nearly 20,000 humans at Madison Square Garden Friday night. My mister and I sat, shoveling shumai in our faces and cried at the beauty of it all.
We sat on the couch eating sushi as Pope Francis delivered mass to nearly 20,000 humans at Madison Square Garden Friday night. My mister and I sat, shoveling shumai in our faces and cried at the beauty of it all.
sun glistened on the brown and green glass. light became fuzzy black spots in the corners of my eyes as i glanced up at the sun dancing on the debris. trash. transformed into unearthly caves of from far away galaxies. pieces of broken blue and white china.
i am not someone who hates on winter, but new jersey is the currently the absolute worst. snow storm after snow storm has been consistently followed by icy nonsense. morning commutes are disgusting. schedules have been rearranged too many times to count. everyone has the sniffles.
thirty days into twenty fifteen, and i am finally ready to share a new years’ piece. luckily, my resolutions this year do not include punctuality. twenty fourteen was a year of incredible highs and god awful lows. sadness and unparalleled anxiety were swiftly chased with blissful moments of feeling as though the whole world was conspiring to shower me with everything i ever wished for.
5. Practice yoga, you will need the lessons it teaches you at one point or another
6. Medicinal marijuana is the bomb
7. Your cervix is really little” …..and sensitive
i am not one of those gals who has been ‘like super psyched’ about pumpkin spiced lattes and ugg boots. instead i am holding on to the last shreds of summer for dear life.
she was smart… she was funny… and she was a fellow believer in copious amount of mascara. the level of my sadness at the passing of joan rivers has taken me by surprise.