Greetings Celerians,
This afternoon, I spent time reading all of the cards and letters I received from you during my difficult journey. Every time I read them, I am touched, and I cherish the beautiful gifts and flowers I received. As I pray over all the cards each week, I ask God to bless all of you, for blessing me.
Read MoreThis time in my life could only be likened to my first real breakup: uncontrollable tears, followed by all the pizza, smothered in isolation and insomnia.
Read MoreI have to be sort of careful what I say here. I like a few of these people. A few.
Read MoreHey guys!! Bernie the Goldendoodle here.
You’ll never guess what? I have my very own pine tree inside the house. I’m not sure why there’s no pinecones to eat underneath it like there usually is, but.
Read MoreI’m pretty sure I’ve never tried to hide the fact that I believe fall is the superior season. So much so, that I’ve always said my “new year” starts in September. The air just smells different. The way the light hits things is different. The world changes color for no good reason but to be beautiful, and I love it.
Read MoreIn a perfect world, we wouldn't have birthdays. I've never been a fan. But clearly it's not a perfect world. I know that because I don't live on the Amalfi coast, The Shape of Water stole all the Oscars from The Greatest Showman, and I have 3 forehead wrinkles currently.
Read More"I can't have kids, now what?" was one of the top search terms bringing people to Celery and the City. Although I have several posts about my own infertility journey, I have never written directly to those struggling with this question— a question with which I wrestled for a quite sometime. But I am happy to tell you that I am now at a place of complete peace and acceptance.
Read MoreYou are color. Your biggest fear is living a normal life. A stifled life. A boring life. A 9-5, fluorescent filled, gray cubicle life. The kind of security the average suburbian dreams of is your slow poison. And so is the thought of being average. It brings you to the edge of insanity even more so than the thought of settling.
Read MoreIf you're confused as to why I'm even writing about something so personal as infertility or weird health problems, I can only assume we aren't real life friends. And also, you have never read any of my blogs before. So, let me introduce myself. I'm Brit, and I'm about to talk about my uterus now, ok?
Read MoreMy mom's photo albums are so ugly. I mean, they are basically a bunch of photos clinging onto black construction paper with those jenky - now yellowish - photo corners. You know the ones.
Read MoreThis is a very important blog for me to write because I see so many people living miserable lives and I used to be one of them. My people-pleasing-empathetic tendencies held me captive most of my life - committing to things I didn't want to do, staying in relationships and jobs longer than I should have, silencing my thoughts for fear of hurting someone's feelings.
Read MoreI feel uniquely qualified to write this blog, and not just because I just finished watching Dirty Dancing for the 7,294th time. And actually, I lied. Not about Dirty Dancing - I would never do that - but about being uniquely qualified. I'm no more qualified to write this than my neighbor, or my mom, or that guy walking his dog in front of my window, or you.
Read MoreIt's currently 10 am on Monday and I'm sitting in my sweats, wearing a charcoal face mask, catching up on Modern Family and shoveling chocolate chips in my mouth. Could substitute Monday for: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.
Read More{Que scary movie narrator guy voice} Have you or someone you love been the victim of intellectual property theft? Well, then you're among friends. I suggest you read part 1 of my personal saga here: Catfished: That Girl Who Tried To Be Me Then Got Her Site Shut Down, Whoops!
Read MoreI had never met anyone before who could eat a box of mint chip ice cream in one sitting... besides myself. Granted, I didn't usually do it at midnight and fall asleep, mid-chew, while sitting in complete darkness on the living room floor.
Read MoreBefore things get crazy here and you start turning in your ID badges, did you subject yourself to last week's reality check - 5 Realities Of Self Employment: Is It For You? Ok, well can you take care of that real quick while I roll my eyes?
Read MoreIt was just a typical Tuesday night in April that ended up with me calling my best friend in a fury of hysteria after writing my dad's eulogy. I'd like the preface this by saying I don't normally write premature eulogies.
Read MoreOur story begins just like any other, with me eating grape popsicles on a rainy Midwestern afternoon and receiving an email that made me blow a gasket.
"Hey, just thought you'd like to know this person's Instagram (we'll call her Catty) account seems to have a lot of your posts..."
Read MoreEvery year since I've been blogging (which was way before Celery and the City), I have done a birthday post. And no, it's not quite my birthday so you can spare me the lukewarm sentiments.
Read MoreLast week my dad started eating ice cream with his butter knife because he was too impatient to wait for a spoon. I said, "Dad, you could hurt your tongue, just wait," to which he replied, "It's no big deal; last week I ate my yogurt with a screwdriver." My dad is a retired electrical contractor, in case you might be wondering why he has screwdrivers, just, around. Anyway, that isn't what this blog is about.
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