All my cats have ever known is love. That’s my explanation for every endearing thing they do. Day in and night out, they are cuddly creatures. They lazily follow me and any guest in my home from room to room and patiently wait until everyone is settled to plop down right beside the “hoo-mans”. “They wanna be where the people are,” is my quick … Read More All my cats have ever know is love… What about you?
most of my days are spent on the precipice of “low” one wrong move, one misstep and the world darkens shoulders up, jaw clenched, breath held grasping for every card contained in my back pocket maybe i can find new cards i think. the stack grows thinner and thinner. some of my days are spent on the exhalation of “high” No wrong moves; All … Read More love-child of indecision
Up until the very recent past, I did a good job of living and working without trying. In the road map of Taylor’s life, I had a lane that went from Point A to Point B. My lane included reading, learning how to teach, working, and being a steadfast friend. I knew that lane would lead me to a career that was dependable and … Read More Per My Mission, I Have Permission
“…only in loving the world, friends, can we change it.”–taylor edwards Hello, friends! My name is Taylor. When I was in college, I changed my major from psychology to English education. It was a monumental move that allowed me to grow into the lady I am today. However, before making that switch, I was in a relatively small sociology course. The exact title of … Read More My Mission
CONTENT WARNING: A profuse use of the “F-word” is throughout this post. If that doesn’t jive, with you, please stop reading now. Much love to all. -Taylor Even as a child, I gave a fuck. My parents still tell the story of how, before I even entered kindergarten, I was in their living room and saw the UNICEF commercial, the one showing the … Read More “I Give A F&%k”: A Journey
I’m who you want to be around when you’re feeling low. Need some chicken soup? I got it. A cup of coffee? It’s already made. Big old hug? Coming your way! Seeing someone’s sadness, confusion, hurt, pain, and then making it better? I’ve landed in two, really three, careers so far that have all had to do with that same concept. And it lights me the hell … Read More I am so happy to see you//see me
I’m a lady that knows how to get shit done. I came from two working-class parents who grinded and hustled their way out of poverty and into a comfortable upper-middle-class lifestyle by sheer grit and determination. I learned quickly, “lazy” was the worst four-letter explicative you could hurl at anyone and “half-ass”-ing anything was something we just didn’t do. Period. Another phrase that didn’t jive … Read More Go, Go, Go… Grace
Friend, I am a highly anxious, introverted lady that has an Anxiety Monster living in her head. Recently, I’ve gotten to know him a bit more and realized that he makes his living by convincing me that I need to feel all the feelings. Overdramatic by nature, these feelings persuade me that my worst-case scenario in any situation is already happening. This is more … Read More Waltz de la Anxiety Monster
I keep my house at 68 degrees, year-round. My ideal state of being is cold, chasing warmth. Humidity is not my friend and I thrive in the fall and winter seasons. Yet, at nine in the morning on a cold January day in 2019, I walked into Hot 26 Yoga with two friends. Hot 26 has been previously referred to as Bikram Yoga, or … Read More Hot Yoga & Cool Thoughts
Before Christmas 2020, I would have never said I was a “crafts” person. Give me a piece of paper and a pen and I will create all the beautiful, mesmerizing images you need. The written word has always been my niche, my thing, my realm… and if you wanted me to make you something outside of that, well sorry, bud, but I wasn’t your … Read More Breaking “I’m Not a Crafts Person”
In preparing for this blog, I scheduled a photo shoot. Without giving it a seconds consideration, I put the day on the books and went on about my day. The morning before, I created a handy to-do list with bullets underneath detailing my preparation. Outfit choices, make-up looks, scenes, laundry, and general cleaning of the home were scribbled down. A habit that I borrowed … Read More I Am Beautiful Because I Look Like Me
I needed some inspiration before writing this one. The morning is a time of magic for me, and I wanted to make sure I wrote with a spirit that captured that perfectly. To me, my womb-soul is the part of me that is ancient and unchanged, true and constant. The intention was to delete the request, nestled at the top of a Google doc, … Read More An Ode to Mornings
My Taylored Life 