I think it’s healthy to figure out how to be alone without feeling lonely.
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 […]
Stumble & Keep Moving
The funk I’d been in all week broke yesterday. Funk for me = broken routines, lack of focus, unexplainable lethargy. But yesterday my body pulled […]
A Mini Fresh Start: Painting My Nails
I paint my nails a couple times a week, a relatively new routine. Most of my life nail paining was saved for special occasions or […]
Sanctuaries
I find a sanctuary on my balcony yestereve, with Einstein bulbs strung up and a blanket on my legs and a laptop on my lap where writing coming easier for once.
Impermanence
Impermanence. The antithesis to the forever two little girls imagined on a trampoline. We wondered about God and the blackness when we closed our eyes […]
Buy Yourself Flowers
As a kid, I didn’t understand why people sent each other flowers. I guess they were pretty but I would rather have had most anything else as a gift. Like that thirty dollars you spent on a bouquet. But as a kid I also didn’t understand why people liked chocolate ice cream so I was wrong about a lot of things.
February Is Over
If you’re going to have a bad month, it might as well be February. It’s the shortest and you’re not wasting good weather on a […]
My Sunday Blues
I aspire to be someone who sleeps well on Sunday nights. They’re called the Sunday Blues for the many of us who feel the sense […]
My Body & I: A Love Story
My body and I are best friends, but even best friends fight. Our origin story would be best tagged as “enemies to friends to lovers” in an AO3 search string. I wasted so much of my adolescence battling my changing body, criticizing it the mirror, obsessing over the number on my jeans and always being able to say “small” when asked for my t-shirt size.