Archive for September, 2014

September 21, 2014

Superfoods to make your workweek better

September 19, 2014

I grieve easy.

I grieve for things that are inevitably going to happen, things that are somewhat imperceptible, but are happening anyway. I am observant, I notice things and while they can be small, they can mean a lot. I know myself pretty well. I know how relationships work. How people function. How people go for what’s easy. How people love the comfort zone.

And what’s worse is I also know what it is like to leave some people behind, not because they are somehow less than you, but simply because they impede your growth. And it is always enough for you to leave those people behind. If they somehow limit your happiness in any way, they are okay to leave behind.

Here’s to just moving forward,


September 6, 2014

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

September 3, 2014

Olive B. Persimmon, 28, writer/public speaker

“I’m 28 and I have a bunk bed. I’m not embarrassed about it either, it is what it is. But, I gotta tell you, there’s nothing funnier than a grown-ass man climbing your bunk ladder. There’s no cool way to do that. Tuck and roll, baby. Tuck and roll. There’s a certain rite of passage in moving to NYC. It involves owning no furniture, crying in the subway a lot, having a nonexistent social circle, and feeling really bad about yourself for six months. If you can make it through that, you’ll be just fine.”