This steady, slow, rhythmatic, nurturing of a living thing, watching it grow from a slip of green to a thriving, lush being, provides a vital tether to the present, and to my surroundings.
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Consider the Day Bath
A day bath? In this economy? Capitalism makes the idea appalling — sickening, even. Idle leisure has a terrible ROI.
Southern Men, Where Y'all At?
“Abortion” isn’t a cuss. It’s healthcare.
Digging for Treasure
An untrainable swamp dingo pulls off an unforgettable trick.
How I Deal With Gym Anxiety
It took all of 30 seconds before the low-grade panic set in: I’m not supposed to be in here.
The Kid's Book That Made Me Afraid of Brussels Sprouts
Many kids grow up with an aversion to certain vegetables, but I can recall the exact moment my disdain for Brussels sprouts turned into a full-fledged fear.
I Registered at a Liquor Store
In the midst of navigating all the outdated customs that come with planning a wedding, any chance to stray from tradition—like registering for whiskey instead of Waterford—is a revelation.
A Spiritual Cynic Gets Her Tarot Cards Read
Whether it’s a serendipitously drawn Empress card or the weight of a smooth stone in the palm of your hand, it’s hard to turn your nose up at a lighthouse in a storm.
Revisiting "Gossip Girl," 15 Years Later
For someone growing up in a small-ish Southern town where wealth was displayed via head-to-toe Lilly Pulitzer, this book represented a portal to a whole new world.
The Zen of Underpacking
Every last item in my pack had been drenched in rain, perspired through, and air-dried to a wrinkly, sweat-encrusted crisp.
Palo Duro
Days later, when we crossed into the Upper Peninsula, we were still removing prickly pear needles from our skin.
My Dachshund Is Plotting Something Sinister in the Corner of the Backyard
I am fairly certain that Heidi was at least partially responsible for my parents’ messy divorce.
Thigh High: How Working Out Helped Me Finally Stop Worrying and Love My Legmeat
Growing up short and stout, I was armed from the get-go with an arsenal of tools and tricks to trompe l’oeil my way out of the body I was born with.