Why Would Anyone Care?
I was talking to a new writer friend recently and we got into a discussion about the insecurities and doubts that hold us back. And I told her a story I’d like to share here because I think it has…
Tag the tough stuff
Writer, Editor, Person who…sells insurance?
Whenever I’m going through an emotional downswing, my therapist asks me how my writing is going. I find this more than a little ‘kick me when I’m down’-ish, since the usual answer is that my writing practice has suffered along…
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…
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…
How to live in two places at once?
It started with a ‘Facebook Memory,’ one of those blasts from the past Zuck likes to throw into my newsfeed like a perfectly weighted spear straight through my heart. He finally stopped showing me photos of my ex (although I’m…
Wednesday Night Ramblings From the Bath
I caught myself obsessing over my paltry number of ‘likes’ on an instagram post in the bath tonight, and I was ashamed (before myself and a god in whom I’m not sure I even believe). And with the shame came…
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…
