Hannah & Julie
roommates, technically adults, writers on the side.
I’ve been listening to the Harry Potter books on tape before falling asleep since I was nine years old. First there were cassette tapes, humming from the pink boom box next to my bed. Then there were CDs for the newer books, also played through the pink boom box. The CDs were sleek and cool …
I learned a lot of things in college. Mostly about anatomy and neurology and how babies develop language. (Spoiler, they just do. Babies are pretty cool that way.) But I also learned how to be uncomfortable and how to make hard decisions. How to problem-solve when all I want to do is freak out and …
I’ve heard it said that one good friend is all you need to make it through almost anything. I’m lucky enough to have more compassionate, goofy, and badass people in my life than I can count – but today, I want to tell you about how Julie saved last Tuesday. Tuesday night of last week, …
Monday mornings have been making me a little anxious lately. This semester I started working as a speech therapist. This may have been one of the most long-anticipated events of my entire life. I’d been going to school for five years in preparation for this clinical rotation. Based on that fact, I should be comically …
A few weeks ago, I was re-reading some old journal entries from college. (When we were still in our UNH cap and gown, Julie and I started asking each other, “hey, do you remember that girl from college?” But that was only because we wanted to be douchecanoes for a second. Still not sure if …
I have the sort of manic-zest-for-life that can only come from big life transitions. I’m back from Colorado and settling back into the New Hampshire seacoast. I’m back to school, only this year I’m working full-time as a (student) SLP in a hospital in Portland, Maine. Finally! There are still so many old friends to …
I wrote this post in my bed on Saturday morning. From my heart to yours, if this long weekend turned you into garbage too, here’s to hoping it was temporarily. Today, I am a garbage person. I don’t mean a person who handles garbage for a living, because those people are the heroes without whom …
This has been a summer of new challenges and unexpected stories. A bag caught in the front wheel of a bike. Typing one-handed messages to clients and co-workers. Phone calls from my best friends on mountains thousands of miles away. Saying goodbye to a relationship that a tall, sweet boy and I had both grown …
So a lot has happened during our year-long sabbatical. Most notably, for me, was that I completed a year of graduate school. It’s basically consumed my entire life for the past twelve months, so whenever I go to write, it’s the first thing I want to talk about. But I know if I open up …
My bag was damned heavy. Auntie Donna had given me the bag for Christmas, and it was not only fashionable (black, patterned with subtle flowers, reversible for coolness), but it also fit everything I needed for my work day. I could store everything I needed in once place without feeling like a third grader with …