I See Myself Digging This Hole I’m Standing In
I know it seems like I have it all together.
I can’t even keep a straight face while I write that.
Beginnings
I’m just about done with 2022. I mean, technically, we are all just about done with it, but I’m dramatically and metaphorically done with it.
The Story of a Very Good Dog
Maya was a very good dog. Even once she developed Cushing’s and had to pee all the time and didn’t always make it outside, she was still an excellent dog. One of the best.
Binders Full of Grief
I’ve been thinking about all the ways grief sneaks into our lives. How it isn’t just an emotion relegated to death of loved ones.
My Therapist is Leaving
After all of those conversations about my fear that she would leave and trying to believe she really wasn’t going anywhere — my therapist is leaving.When we had those conversations, she didn’t know she would be leaving anytime soon. Intellectually, I know that. Emotionally, it is a lot more complicated.
My Own Worst Enemy
I’m sitting at my favorite probably-wont-get-covid-here bar-with-a-couch, ostensibly writing my next piece for ADDitude magazine.