by Danielle Scruton | Aug 8, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I kicked off my ankle boots and turned on the lights of my parent’s condo. As always, I was welcomed and, frankly, surrounded by their forty-seven plants, including twelve giant ferns. Caring for these things sometimes felt like a full-time job. My mother...
by Danielle | Aug 1, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
I lived in the closet for a while. It’s amazing what writing that out does for me—an acknowledgment of my own process aside from holding space for my ex-husband. I lived on the other side of it with a secret that was not my own. For over a year, as my whole...
by Danielle Scruton | Jul 19, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
Here’s what I want to tell her: I see how hard you are on yourself. I see how you react, then retract, try to make sense. I see how you are doing your best. I think when you’re used to being praised for your intelligence, for your good sense, and even for...
by Danielle Scruton | Jul 5, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
“Have you seen them together?” she asked with false innocence. I had been expecting the inquiry—dreading it really. I was between two friends in that awkward way. I had known them as a couple. They had broken up. She still carried a torch for him. He had moved...
by Danielle Scruton | Jun 20, 2022 | Blog Post, Podcast Episode |
When Lawrence died, it was a mild inconvenience. That may sound cold but I could never lie about this- I did not love him. Our fathers insisted upon us marrying as a fertile tie for their companies and that was that. My daddy owned a furniture store and Lawrence’s...
by Danielle | Dec 1, 2021 | Blog Post |
Years ago, my friend Elise offered to read my ‘gene keys chart.’ Having been a spiritual seeker for most of her life, she was diving deep into the waters of Kabbalah and other supporting modalities. At the time, I found the whole thing too complicated and...
by Danielle Scruton | Oct 8, 2021 | Blog Post |
From my novel-in-progress… “Do you have no tea here, love?” called Mrs. Hanks as she looked through the cupboard. Elizabeth shook her head. “No, I am afraid not.” The older woman put her hands on her hips, indignant. “No tea? Why that dastardly man! I daresay...
