Imagine you’re walking down the street.No wait. Imagine you’re dragging your tired, covid fogged ass down the street, with a little is-this-what-it’s-like-getting-older-hip-pain, headed where you think you need to go ...
When I was in my early 20s, I found myself in an existential tension that I’d come to wear like a familiar sweater throughout my adult years. The tension feels ...
I saw this meme once, back when I was still on social media: Adulthood is just sending emails that say “Sorry for my delayed response” over and over, forever. I ...
I hit a wall. It was awful. Unravelling ensued. It continues… It’s been a minute. Time flies when you’re exhausted af. Online business guru “best practices” say when you’ve ghosted ...
And taking my hijacked psyche with me. Pour a cuppa or light yourself a joint. Settle in. Because there’s more to say than will fit in 140 characters or an ...
One of the gifts of 2020, if we can pull it in close, is that of shattered illusions. Things may not be as set as they seemed. Control wasn’t in ...
I had just finished a series of long facilitation days with a lot of give. The kind that leaves me on empty hours before it’s time to turn in. I ...
These are the pressurized years, at a time in history, rolling out like a musty carpet full of lumps and glass. How to walk in a straight line, disoriented, terrifying, ...
I remember the first time I said out loud that I wanted to be a writer. I was probably around 7 years old, standing between the living and dining room ...
We’ve been getting a crash course in navigating the unknown. Like in a super macro way. No effing around, 2020 has us on the edge. The edge of our seats, ...
