These were the songs I hit play on and watched the sparks fly. The only qualification: it had to be released within the year.

My recent google searches reveal what’s truly heavy in my mind and heart these days: what is the role of a step-mother?

…I hope you’re lowkey in a rush

I hope we are alchemists of time…

I pull up to the bar, grab a seat and order a glass of champagne. No reason except that’s what I was in the mood for. A nice, cold glass of golden bubbles. Catching the attention of the gentleman to my left we plunged into conversation.

It would take me until thirty-three years old, many men removed from whatever lover I was seeing at the time to encounter a book that instilled me with the scientific knowledge and understanding that love is not anxiety and butterflies. To quote the book: true love is peace of mind.

I always aspired to what my imagination had spun as the picture perfect representation of a family. Being a single mom was never anything I saw coming, but here we are and what the entire fuck?

I fall into these nostalgic wormholes sometimes with music.

Two years ago I couldn’t listen to music. As 2018 came to a close and I looked towards what 2019 would bring I knew something had to change. A lot of somethings had to change.

I put a well thought out plan into motion on March 6th, 2020 when I arrived in NYC, worked my very last day at The New York Times from my colleague’s apartment and shortly after EOD we ventured off into downtown BK for the first of many shopping trips to fill my space with necessities.

It was only today that I realized I probably had what’s often referred to as the “paleo flu”. It was awful.

I’m keeping this really simple. So simple that I’m almost worried I’m not doing it right.

I set a goal for myself to get out of my relationship if it was not for me.