My 9 year-old son is an avid rock and crystal collector. So much so that on a recent trip to Colorado, I told him he could get one reasonably priced souvenir to commemorate the trip. What he chose was a citrine quartz from the gift shop at the mouth of a cave that we toured. Classic Reese, I thought to myself.
Lately I’ve been feeling the very strange sensation of actually wanting to go swim a few laps and spend time in the pool. So much in fact that when clouds are forming on the horizon and thunderous rain may be threatening, I am hoping that the pool stays open! Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this way. It feels really good to have this desire again - and for it to be joyful! My training suit may be old and well-worn, and my equipment shows the tell tale signs of neglect, but I don’t care, I am happy.
As originally published on Instagram, April 2023:
I want to be wild, again.
This article originally appeared in the June 2018 print issue of Skirt! Magazine.
It was a monsoon-like day when my husband, Frank, our 3-year-old son, Reese, our dog, Chaos, and I piled ourselves and whatever remaining items didn’t fit into our moving pod into our truck and Sprinter van. With a boat and a Green Egg grill in tow, we waved goodbye to our beloved Folly Beach home, shook the hands of its new owner, and pulled out of town, headed into the unknown.
“Why would we ever leave Charleston?” you might ask. After all, it is the No. 1 city in the world for pretty much everything. “Who would ever want to move away?”
This article appeared originally in the April 2018 print issue of skirt! Magazine
I lost my job recently...
This article originally appeared on Skirt.com on February 26, 2018
When most people think about love, thoughts immediately go to the idea of a romantic partner. But I’d like to call attention to a love that some might argue is just as essential in the shaping of a life: the love of your closest friend.