Lessons from Pelham Parkway.

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When my mother was little, she and my Aunt Joanne went to the Macy’s on Pelham Parkway to get a shirt for my grandfather.

To shop at Macy’s was something of a luxury, but it was Christmas time, and my Nonna wanted to do something extra special for my Nonno. That, and he needed a new shirt for his work suit. She was trying to be kind, but she was always going to be practical, too.

So, she took her two young children to Macy’s during Christmastime. Sparkly lights and grand Christmas displays of red and green, and gold decorated…


A poem

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Sometimes, I think we forget that love isn’t always chocolates and fancy champagne, and it’s not always whirlwind trips and dancing till midnight and love letters that will sweep you off your feet. Love isn’t always public declarations of promises and forever.

Sometimes, love is something more profound.

Love is tangled hair and sleepy eyes as you wake in the morning. — and looking at one another as if they’re the most beautiful thing in this world. Love is unexpected dance parties in the kitchen, and happy hours on a Monday afternoon, and sunset watching as you take a break…


Gentle reminders on how to be there for your loved one.

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You’ve only heard about IVF from other people.

Maybe you’ve read about it online or heard about it in the news, or seen a movie or television show that involves it its part of its story. Perhaps you’ve read about IVF in a novel or two. You’ve heard about IVF from other people — but you’ve never known someone who did it — until now.

Now your sister, your sister-in-law, your best friend on the entire planet is on the IVF journey. And let me tell you — it is a journey. It’s a hike through the mountains. It’s a…


There’s plenty of life to be lived before Friday night.

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I got engaged to the love of my life on a random Thursday in November.

It was a perfect fall evening in Manhattan, not too hot, not too cold — perfect weather to walk in, and walk, I did. I was rehearsing for a show in midtown, and after we concluded, I headed to meet my beloved at a show at The Beacon Theatre. I think I skipped those forty blocks, for when the weather is just right in New York, it’s as if you could feel the magic in the air. My rehearsal was terrific, too.

At that moment…


A poem

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I hope you let people surprise you.

I hope you give them the chance to show you what’s going on on the inside,
to let you see what’s pressing upon their hearts, and
what’s stirring within the pockets of their soul, and
what dreams are dancing around in their heads.

I hope you resist the urge to put them into a box,
or a mold of what you think they are,
and let them show you what they know to be true.

I hope you let people surprise you.

I hope you take the time to hear them when they…


A poem

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I saw an accident as I was driving today.

The front of the car was smashed, the police were there, and I couldn’t tell how badly the driver was hurt.

The cars on the highway whizzed by, the sun still shone in the sky, the world still bustling as it does, and all I could think was about the driver of that car.

How old was the driver? What was their name? Who would pick them up from the hospital? Who would make sure they had dinner that night? Was there someone there to dry their tears?

Was there someone…


Gentle reminders for overworked souls.

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If nobody has told you lately, I hope you know that I admire you.

I admire the way you can juggle as many things as you do. You wear a million different hats, and you wear them so well. You are a parent, spouse, working professional, sibling, child, and friend — and you give all of those roles an incredible amount of attention. The way you pour yourself into your work, and the ones around you, and the community in which you live is amazing to me, for you do it all with grace, and humility, and seamless ease. …


People need to feel seen.

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I once had a boss who never gave compliments.

At the time, it was something of a dream job, and I wanted nothing more than to please her, to be told that I was doing a good job. I wanted to be acknowledged for the time, work, and effort I was putting into my position. To know if I should be doing something different or better. I didn’t want praise that I didn’t earn — but it would’ve helped me get feedback. Any feedback.

While at the position, a colleague of hers told me that she never gave compliments, that…


A poem

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When I was a teenager,
I used to tower above
my best friends,
the popular kids,
and all of the cute boys.

I was often laughed at,
and somehow made to feel
that I was on the other side
of pretty.

So I began to hunch my shoulders,
to make myself seem shorter,
and to take up less space,
and to blend in with the crowd.

I’m older now,
and I stand up straight,
but I can’t help but wonder how many girls
listen to the same voices.

Too often, our younger selves listen to the voices that ask us…

Megan Minutillo

I write essays and poetry about life lessons, love, relationships, and self-awareness. More info: meganminutillo.com + @meganminutillo.

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