Spaghetti on Lark

A story of heartbreak, bourbon, and the moment I finally came home to myself.

Recently I remembered a particularly sad birthday—a birthday that didn’t need to be sad, if only I’d seen the blessings around me instead of focusing on the loneliness within.

But I didn’t.

At that age and stage, alone and lonely were the same thing. I was still navigating life after a heartbreak, and my only recipe for healing was distraction. I felt li…