A friend shared a Carl Sagan quote with me the other day. I’d like to share the first bit of it. It read as follows: “Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others?” I had a weird feeling when I read this. I was simultaneously in agreement and also, I got a… Continue reading Carl-ing Us Out.
Tag: writing
Resistant Strains.
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.
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.
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.
Turf Your Gratitude.
There is a house in my neighborhood that installed turf instead of planting grass. For some time, I’ve run past it and felt something. Uncomfortable, maybe. Itchy. I’ve told myself not to look at it, like avoiding the flattened, rotting carcasses of small animals who have been the victims of cars driving too fast to… Continue reading Turf Your Gratitude.
Can I NOT?
Two girlfriends recently shared dating horror stories with me. And not the kind of stories you might imagine when you consider dating in 2024. When considering how fraught online dating is, which seems to be the primary method these days, my mind might go to someone who is married but, in his feels, or who… Continue reading Can I NOT?
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