Good morning and a big hug from Brooklyn. I'm writing to you from a tiled countertop downtown, sandwiched between a restful morning of chocolate chip pancakes and
Selling the OC on the couch and lunch with a dear friend. I'm slowly regaining my strength and recovering from a virus, and from one hell of a year.
It's been a while. Since we spoke last, we
moved. We got
married (I'm honestly sad you all can't be married to Dan, too. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me.). I also got
Lasik, went to
Utah and
New Orleans and
Toronto, met
Ed Sheeran on The Today Show and interviewed
Kerry Washington for work. I also had a mental health emergency following the passing of two dear friends one year ago (Prozac is wonderful), and I am learning to live with grief and anxiety instead of against it.
I don't have much to say, but I did want to check in and let you know that I'm alive. I also wanted to say that I know it is hard out there. There aren't large enough, deep enough words to express how devastated I am by what's taking place overseas. My heart goes out to my Arab and Muslim and Palestinian friends, my Jewish friends, and anyone affected by these hateful attacks and their trickling effects around the world. I've
emailed my reps, and you can too. It is okay to just get through the day. I'm proud of you.
Before I sneak away for a bit (I've been busy sending wedding thank you's, doing fall deep cleaning and organizing, and a potential writing project…more on that later),
I'm teaching a writing class on Self-Exploration Through Personal Essay starting on Tuesday! It's through Politics and Prose, one of my favorite independent bookstores, which makes it all the more dreamier.
You can sign up here or below.
Thank you for reading this letter and sharing in this life with me.
How are you taking care of yourself lately? Reply by email if you want to share or just want to say hi. See you at the bottom.
