This was originally posted on the beautiful Beth Ann’s blog, It’s Just Life. I wanted to re-post it here, to fill in some story about my general grief progress. I wanted to re-post it today because today is (USA)Thanksgiving, and with all this talk of gratitude, I wanted to feature Beth Ann who puts legs on her thankfulness all year long with a program she … Continue reading lucky me
I never know the things I write before I write them, but it’d be a lie to say that I don’t plan for them. I am a planner, through and through. Blog posts start in dreams and conversations, and I add sentences to them day by day, nap by nap, until the time comes to write them and the words fly from my fingertips, held … Continue reading and yet and so and still
In November of 2010, I was living in a quiet town in Orange County with my husband, Dave, and our two cats. We owned a shop, where we showed off the work of local artists. In December of 2010, I was accused of a crime at my job and, in the process of dealing with all of that, lost our shop and our home and … Continue reading ❤
Or, “An Overly-Accurate Dating Profile” I make my own hummus. I have about five go-to variations. It’s not that I love hummus. In truth, I’d prefer salsa and chips, or veggies and ranch, or crisp celery dolloped with peanut butter. I just like making hummus. It’s a hobby. I also write a blog. It’s like a Captain’s Log from a really bad space saga, where … Continue reading hummus is the only perk
I wasn’t going to post this anywhere, but I didn’t want to lose it. It is, obviously, a very long read and it applies to almost no one who regularly reads this blog. I thought about posting it on Medium or some such, but y’all know I’m a WordPress girl, so here it is. I’ve also linked my live-reading of it. Again, this is something … Continue reading quasipolitica
I don’t remember learning how to love, originally. I only remember the origins of little love-habits. I remember holding onto my stuffed elephant, tucked safely in my right arm always– a light grey beast with pink-tinted ears. He must’ve been a foot tall, if he could have stood on his own, but he couldn’t. He needed me. His fur was worn down, paper thin, from … Continue reading you are loved, in the active voice.
A panic attack in the middle of Long Beach. Continue reading september 29
I almost shut down my blog yesterday, on a whim. I logged in, pushed the new post button out of rote memory, and then paused. The blank screen is so familiar to me that it rarely looks blank to me. I see the completion of its message, or at least the start. The cursor isn’t tapping its foot impatiently, it is softly breathing, consistent in … Continue reading oh nothing
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