Book Covers, Yoga Pants, and Lipstick

I spend many days dressed very casually. Life gets lived in that uniform -grocery shopping, banking, and any other obligation of adulthood. When I’m really lucky, it’s pajamas and slippers all day. Then, other than an occasional from-the-neck-up video call, my daughter’s the only one to be graced with that particular sight. Regularly, I also…
Rollercoasters and the Lake

Feedback. And Vomiting.

Rise. And Rise Again.

My name, Pascale, is related to Easter. It’s, admittedly, an odd choice for atheist parents to name their daughter, but I digress. Rebirth is my middle name. (Actually, Elizabeth is my middle name, but you know what I mean.) For whatever reason, renewal, reinvention, and renaissance have been on the marquis of the theater…
Your Check Engine Light Is On

Even the most rudimentary, single-celled organism has the ability to seek pleasure and avoid pain. Why, then, are we – as complex beings with consciousness and choice – taught that the pursuit of pleasure and avoidance of pain are the root of all suffering? After decades of asking, and searching, I still…
Wise Words

Making Friends With Patience

Quitting and Beginning

The Tyranny of MINE

Alone Together

Dearest one, I came to terms with my tendency towards being solitary many, many years ago (after a brief but frenzied period of forced extroversion). I embrace this aspect of my personality in the same way I do my brown eyes, or my round bottom (which has surprisingly become super trendy. Who knew?). It is…