Man, today sucked. I know- what an intro. But it’s true. We had some shit go down at work and I’m feeling heavy. I won’t get into it, but it’s amazing how transformative any version of grief is, isn’t it? I imagine you might be thinking: ‘of course!’ P.S. I didn’t use duh because that… Continue reading The Hill of Lost Opportunities.
Tag: mental-health
Sometimes, all you need is a win.
A few days ago, I was sitting, staring at my phone, fingers hovering above the Paypal icon. Should I? No. I shouldn’t, I decided. I swiped up on the screen, careful not to inadvertently submit anything resembling payment, and closed out the window. I don’t need a Knicks t-shirt, even if it’s vintage (love me… Continue reading Sometimes, all you need is a win.
I’d rather fail trying.
Saturday, May 2, 2026, 6:45 a.m. The whole thing was pretty surreal. Correction: it is surreal. It’s still ahead of me. All of it. The day is here and so it feels like one part of it is done. The anticipation part. The preemptive anxiety that comes just before the thing. Thoughts of what I… Continue reading I’d rather fail trying.
EHC.
I keep wracking my brain trying to think of something clever to say. I stare at the cursor unforgivingly blinking at the top left corner of my screen and it’s making me increasingly anxious. There is something in me that wants to sound profound. Meaningful. Despair fills corners of my heart, and yet, overwhelmingly, I… Continue reading EHC.
A Day on Venus.
I’ve thought a lot about the way I navigate through the world. The way I often caveat or couch statements that I make. The way I offer apologies or concessions, to others, to myself, before it’s even necessary. The way I sidestep the thing I want to really say for fear of the reaction I… Continue reading A Day on Venus.
Filed Under…
Many women I know haven’t had toe-curling kisses down the nape of their neck, but many have felt the stomach-churning sensation of unwelcome, hot, sticky breath just under their ear. Many women I know haven’t been told that they’re breathtakingly beautiful, but many have been told that they’re fuckable. Many women I know haven’t felt… Continue reading Filed Under…
The End of an Era?
I think that there has been a lot of talk this year about the choices and rights of women. There’s been a lot of chatter amongst powerful rich, white men and men with less resources and men of different races and ethnicities. And then, as if the joined voices of the misaligned patriarchy were not… Continue reading The End of an Era?
Under re-Cover.
Merriam Webster defines recovery as follows: 1: the act, process, or an instance of recovering especially : an economic upturn (as after a depression) 2: the process of combating a disorder (such as alcoholism) or a real or perceived problem What a small definition. What a teeny tiny explanation for something that’s really so major. This morning I ran for… Continue reading Under re-Cover.
SNAP Judgments.
I was talking to a friend today and explaining how I feel tired lately. A different kind of tired. And I know what you’re thinking: you’ve said this before. And also, being tired is basically adulting. To be an adult is to be tired, often. Still, the kind of fatigue I’m experiencing comes from a… Continue reading SNAP Judgments.
Keep your lemons…
I turned forty-five the other day. This is wild because I remember turning fifteen with some amount of clarity. I do. And seventeen. I recall my twentieth spin around the sun, and then, thirty, and also, forty. And now, I’ve arrived (gracefully?) at forty-five. Age is truly a number but when that number is something… Continue reading Keep your lemons…
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