Cocktails: Gin, Bourbon, Strega, Oh My!

October 5, 2016Cocktail 3 Comments

I haven’t written here about cocktails in awhile, which is a real pity, considering how much I enjoy writing about cocktails. But don’t you worry, just because I haven’t been writing about cocktails lately doesn’t mean that I haven’t been studying up, expanding my palate (and my home bar). Since my last booze-inspired post, I … Read More


August 4, 2016My Story 11 Comments

This week I was tasked to write about blessings. Normally I feel like I’d have very little trouble writing about this topic. I’d sit and think about the weight of Esmé in my arms at night as she drifts off to sleep over my shoulder. And somehow, I’d leap from there, finding myself wrapping the … Read More

I see ripples when…

July 21, 2016Advocacy 25 Comments

I never thought I was a writer. And yet, here I am. This week I published words that terrified me…terrified and thrilled me. I’ve never felt as much or as little of a writer as I do right now, typing these words. *** When I was 15 my history teacher and met to review a … Read More

Chicago Ferris Wheel

July 14, 2016My Story 10 Comments

Last Friday I got on a plane and flew to Chicago meet my foundation partner and dear, dear friend Juliann. We had what amounted to a day and a half together. But, as is usual for us, our time seemed to expand into something far bigger. Juliann and I have known each other for only … Read More

It’s Always Been Me

July 6, 2016My Story 3 Comments

It’s Always Been Me I’d guess that some of you might be a wee bit surprised to have landed here on this page. I keep imagining you, former reader from the Cute Syndrome Blog, clicking the link to your favorite post (Which is probably this one. Or this one? Maybe this one?) expecting to see my … Read More

The things we know

July 1, 2016My Story 6 Comments

My teacher asks with his eyes before reaching out to adjust my stance. I nod. He kicks at my foot, turning my toes. He lifts and pushes my hand in place, closer to my face. Stepping back he mirrors my body. “Like this,” he says as his fist hooks, deliberately, elbow up. “Again. Watch my … Read More