What Does the Narrator Want
There are certain times in life that feel like dividing lines etched into a window to your psyche. Natural confluences of moments that come together to make you contemplate the “what next” of it all.
writing
To Do: Take a Bath and Ignore the Dishes
I’ve been sitting in my bathtub for an hour, reading a book and occasionally refreshing the water with a fresh burst of heat.
Here’s the Good News I Promised!
I always have mixed feelings about the winter solstice — on one hand it means winter is officially here, but on the other hand it’s the beginning of the end of winter. I know, it’s confusing to me, too.
Leap and the Net Will Appear, or Maybe it Won’t
I love it when people imply that medication is the easy way out of mental health struggles.
First, if that were true, sign me up. I think I’ve put in enough effort in the last three decades to earn a magic pill, no? Certainly, as I approach my five-year therapaversary, I have put in enough hours sitting on my therapist’s couch to deserve the occasional easy solution.
Allergy Testing, Renegade Mothering, and a Confession
Every year around Easter, Peeps start showing up in stores and everyone is like, “OMG they are so nasty!” and you realize that nobody over the age of 12 enjoys them. I always laugh and say, “Oh yeah, I can eat like one a year. Same for Cadbury Cream Eggs!”
Living Life in the In Between
I haven’t felt much like writing.
Sometimes this is the canary in the depressive coalmine but I’m not sure that’s the case right now. My goal this year was to write less but write better. Quality over quantity. Somehow that has led to writing almost nothing at all.