A full house has a sound all its own, and so does the echo that settles in right after everyone leaves. You can feel full and empty at the same time, hollow in the very spot that was buzzing a day ago, and if that’s where you are right now, you’re not ungrateful and you…
I was standing in the makeup aisle at CVS a few weeks ago, holding two nearly identical brow pencils, when a woman about my daughter’s age reached past me for a lipstick and said, “Oh, that one’s great, it’s basically foolproof.” She meant it kindly. She also had no idea she’d just described the exact…
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The flannel started showing up in stores before Labor Day — way before Labor Day. I personally hate to let summer go. Keep your pumpkin spice. I haven’t finished my margarita yet. Half the internet declared “cozy season” before summer had even started packing its bags. Meanwhile, for about twelve hours today, day and night…
I didn’t miss a Wednesday morning for twelve years. Then I went back to school, and Wednesdays belonged to a lecture hall instead of a living room full of coffee and diaper bags. Semester after semester, I stayed loosely in touch but stopped showing up. Then one week, my Wednesday opened up. I did the…
A friend of mine mentioned her kitchen had this one corner that always seemed to get in her way. She wasn’t complaining, exactly. Just dreaming out loud, the way you do about a room you’ve lived in for twenty years. Two days later, she had a folder of brochures from me, three paint swatches, and…
You know that draft you’ve rewritten four times and still haven’t sent. Or the yes you gave on Tuesday when every part of you meant no. Or the compliment you waved off before it even finished landing. Every one of those is a clue pointing to the same stuck pattern. And by the end of…
My daughter had five paint swatches taped up in her living room for ages. All five are variations on two colors so close together I genuinely could not tell them apart anymore. And in her foyer, three more swatches that don’t have a single thing in common with each other, three completely different directions for…
Last month I told my coach that my life felt too full and I needed to simplify. That same week, I agreed to host game night for eight people. Not “let me think about it.” Agreed. Cheese board, folding chairs from the garage, the whole production. I hung up the phone after that call and…
Guest post by Pam Allen A few weeks ago I put a question out to the Hive: who’s got a story about starting a business after 50? Pam Allen raised her hand before I finished typing. Pam spent years waitressing and managing restaurants before she ever touched Canva. She’s since become a virtual assistant, a…
Three weeks ago I sat down to write an email I did not want to write. Twenty minutes later I was elbow-deep in my pantry, alphabetizing spices I have owned since the 80’s. The email did not get written that day. Or the next. If you just felt a small flash of recognition, stay with…
