In honor of Earth Day. When I was sixteen I visited the Grand Canyon with my dad. We rode mules halfway to the bottom and […]
April 21st
I celebrate April 21st. I have for the last twelve years. I call it an unofficial self-care day. Or sometimes a celebration of me day. Or epiphany day. It’s meaning has changed over time.
A Feminist Self-Care Book Recommendation
I finished reading Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle by Emily & Amelia Nagoski this week and I can’t seem to shut up […]
My Car’s Name Is Keith
So I’m one of those people who name things. It seems like there are two solid camps here: people who name and label staplers (like my former coworkers in my hometown library) and the people who give me WTF faces when I ask what they are going to name their new iPad.
No Such Thing As Guilty Pleasures
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. The phrase means that you should feel bad or ashamed for deriving joy from something that brings you joy. Bizarre. People throw it around when they talk about reality TV or eating chocolate. I find pleasure in a lot of things that would fall into this category, mainly tropey fanfiction.
One Version of Someday
More advice from my father: it’s better to make a plan and deviate from it than to have no plan at all.
Austin to Atlanta
Traveling alone in the past has felt a little lonely to me. In college, it was a zone between worlds. My family and my fiance in one state. My friends and my burgeoning self in the other. No matter which way the plane flew I was leaving something behind.
The View from the Middle of the Bed
I threw off all the covers. I kicked and punched out. I woke upside down. I talked. I moved. I ended up with my shirt […]
The Door
I stare at the closed door
While ages passed, or more
Wondering what I could find
Looking at what’s left behind