Thinking in Prose
I’ve been dealing with a rather unfamiliar feeling lately: enthusiasm about my own writing. If you keep up with this blog (and, really, it’s not that hard to do since I only post maybe four times a year) then you…
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This Year a Writing Group Saved My Life (From a Broken Heart)
In our session this week, I told my therapist that my new writing group has saved me – hyperbole, in a physical sense, but she knows me well enough to understand how true it is. My therapist is the one, after…
It Hasn’t Been a Year Yet: Getting this update in just under the wire
Wowwwwwwww it has been a long time since I’ve posted here. I can’t believe the last post I wrote was about getting that job that turned out to be so terrible – HA. In fairness, the job itself wasn’t…so…
My Life is Like a Rollercoaster, Baby
Well, I have some updates: good and bad. Let’s get the bad out of the way: I didn’t get into the MFA program. I know, I know – I’m still shocked too. Despite my anxiety and self-worth issues, I really thought…
New Year, Same Me (the Good and the Imperfect)
This is my favorite embroidery I’ve ever done – on an aesthetic level but also on a personal one. It’s something I struggle with a lot: beating myself up for falling short of perfection. Which is funny, because I so…
Hope and Change and Fear and Cynicism
Note: When I opened the Word doc I type my blog posts in – never underestimate my laziness when it comes to capitalization – I was planning to write a post about hope, and the fear that accompanies and sometimes…
Annie Putnam and the Constantly-Shifting Goalpost
A few months ago, when I was neck-deep in new hope that I might actually finally finish this book, I was telling my boyfriend about all the things I worried might go wrong if and when I finished it, and…
The State of Our Nation (and My Heart)
I wanted to come here today to talk to you about the massive restructure I’ve recently undertaken on my work in progress, a move than involves cutting over 100 pages of blood, sweat, and tears and changing the entire feel…
On ALL THE CHANGE and the Loneliness of Self-Care
I’ve been going through a lot of big changes lately, and while almost all of them have been good in the long term, the short term has been one long ball of stress and exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The above…
Thirty, flirty, and, against the odds, kind of thriving…
In the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom at my downtown office, I grinned at myself in the mirror like a fool. You are a fucking gem, I thought, and someone worthwhile is going to notice it and never want to give…
