Real Steel Magnolias

I asked my mother if she wanted to go to the movies with me tonight, and i love that this is what she picked.

Hey, any excuse to spend 2 hours in a dark room with Hugh Jackman is fine by me.

Love after Love

a good friend of mine sent this to me a few months ago, when, after a (very) broken heart, it seemed impossible that i could smile again. it didn't work. i cried even more. sad to have lost a love, and scared to find that true love within myself. but when i re-read it now, the sadness has past, and the fear has turned to excitement.

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome

and say, sit here. eat.
you will love again the stranger who was your self.
give wine. give bread. give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
sit. feast on your life.

Day One

It was hard to leave Los Angeles, and even harder to process the concept that I will not be returning to Europe. (for now). So here I am. In Barrie, Ontario. Population 128,430  (it sounds bigger than it feels). I hope that this pitstop is temporary, but in the meantime, in an effort to stay connected (to myself, and to you), I will find one positive/constructive/creative/silly thing to share every day. Today there are two.
 My mom (like all good canadians) has the house (inside and out) decorated for the autumn season. The squirrels stole her mini pumpkins not once, but twice today. This made me laugh.
Yesterday I vowed that my return to canada would not affect my fashion sense. Specifically, I would not wear athletic shoes and casual clothing. As we speak I am wearing my ''livestrong'' edition nikes and yoga pants. (in my defense, I DID go to yoga). This also made me laugh.