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My name is Flannery Maney and I’ve been agonizing about how to write an ‘about me’ summary for days now. I’d promised myself that I’d start it, and if I wanted…
I grew up completely in the dark about the health of our environment. Granted, I was raised in the midwest in the early 90s. The adults in our lives plied us with Furbys and D.A.R.E. teeshirts rather than teaching us about sustainability. …
One month ago, I embarked on the journey of holding myself accountable for my writing time in order to re-commit to some sort of schedule. It involved waking up at 7 am, focusing on professional development (ie writing and all things related), and pursuing personal goals in the late afternoon.
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From panic-inducing COVID exposure to travel fees to lacking space to spread out and work, our year abroad was anything but stable. From Italy to Spain to Mexico to the American Midwest, we were constantly on the go.
Now that we’re back in Los Angeles and our careers and lives…
We’ve been back in Los Angeles for several months now and despite the sometimes hectic post-move to-do list, we’re loving it. We have huge bay windows, a backyard, two offices, and a ton of natural light.
That being said, we got our dream house, but inherited its many problems: crabgrass…
Today, I woke up at 7 am while having a dream that I was painting a mural. That’s when my boyfriend rubbed my shoulder and murmured that my alarm had been going off for ten minutes. This week, I made myself a promise, and it involves the exact hours of…
When I was nestled into our Torino stay for five months, I had a strict daily to-do list. Practice Italian, write, work freelance gigs, get outside, read, workout….wash, rinse, repeat. …
I have terrible claustrophobia. Catch me in the backseat of a tiny car, a shoebox-sized Manhattan apartment, or trapped under a blanket, and I am most likely doing rescue breaths. …
Last October, my boyfriend and I packed up the car and drove along winding Swiss roads, from Northern Italy to the heart of Germany. I’ve been to Munich once before, but this trip was full of magic, umber leaves, and a taste of the local life.
We arrived in Gräfelfing…
There was a thwack, several violent bumps, and then my vision returned. I hazily looked up at my friend, who was staring at me, dumbstruck. I had fainted down a spiral staircase and my face was, as he described it, split open. I needed stitches, but we’d hiked into a…
