Well, here we are again, International Women’s Day. My least favorite day of the year. I mean, it’s tomorrow, but I feel grumpy already. I want so badly to be able to celebrate this day, but I can’t. Not really. Don’t get me wrong – I can wax poetically about the fucking awesome women I… Continue reading Resistant Strains.
Tag: life
Steaming something or other…
I saw a friend last night that I haven’t seen in a while. I’m quite comfortable with how highly I regard this individual, and still, when I get to see her, it’s always the best kind of surprise. That little twinge in your belly that tells you that even with all the intentions and feelings,… Continue reading Steaming something or other…
The Most Brutal ‘Scape of All.
There is an account I follow online (@dr.zelana) and she posted the other day about griefscape. She defined griefscape as “the space between the life you had and the life you didn’t ask for.” When I read that, I felt gut punched. She shared two other thoughts that grew that ache in my gut, as… Continue reading The Most Brutal ‘Scape of All.
Buckle up.
I had a real doozy of a day yesterday. Generally speaking, but also, with great specificity. I had a work call that really spun me around. The good news is that it didn’t tank me as it might have in the past. Truthfully, I really want to tell you about the conversation that I had… Continue reading Buckle up.
Energy Savings.
I recently ended a friendship. Actually, I think it’s more accurate to say that I accepted the end of a friendship. I made peace with it, but only in the way that you try and reconcile a thing that you know is immovable. I think made peace with it is the most accurate description I… Continue reading Energy Savings.
Excuse me, but you’re in my space.
I hear the phrase holding space a lot these days. I do. It’s literally everywhere I look. Now, I’ll admit that this might have something to do with algorithms or whatever the interwebs do these days to connect our words and our Google searches and our deepest desires. I’m sure that’s part of it, but… Continue reading Excuse me, but you’re in my space.
Bring on 2025.
There is something magical about a chance to start over. As humans, particularly in the United States, I think we’ve created a paradigm where there are prescribed points in life where it’s more or less acceptable. This is not to say that you cannot start over at other junctures. People do. It’s just that when… Continue reading Bring on 2025.
Thou art abundant.
As we drive, I can’t help but stare out the window. The truth I know is that Alberto doesn’t really speak much English and I still don’t really speak any Spanish (shame on me) and so, our best method of communication seems to be a game of charades. Smiles and pointing, wild gestures and rigorous… Continue reading Thou art abundant.
Try, try again.
My brain is so full right now, that it’s hard to know where to start. There is just so much going on. The murder of an insurance company CEO, the fight to eliminate vaccines, the Wicked movie, the TIME cover, wildfires. My brain is quite literally filled to the brim with information. And I have… Continue reading Try, try again.
Autowalking.
I had a trusted colleague ask me today why I’ve stayed in a particularly unbearable situation for as long as I have. The question was not critical or assumptive. It was plainly asked with an air of naked curiosity. “Oh, I don’t know,” I replied, “I think I just always thought I didn’t deserve better.”… Continue reading Autowalking.
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