My phone case says “Dope.” It’s a clear, soft plastic case with white graffiti letters painted across the back of my Samsung Galaxy S7 Edge. It’s there to remind myself and anyone in the general vicinity that the owner of this device thinks highly of herself. But sometimes, when I count how often I reach … [Read more…]
Checking in as a freaked out American citizen, watching #TheyMans (aka the reality TV star elected by the Electoral College) turn the world upside down. I’m staying informed. I’m donating to the local chapters of Planned Parenthood and the ACLU. I’m paying attention to local politics for plans and action to affect change. I’m also … [Read more…]
“I’ll do 10 minutes of writing every day,” I promised. Except I haven’t. And I know why. My ghosts wait for me in my notebook. My writing revisits the past. Takes it apart, re-assembles. Tilts it–left, right, up, down–to reveal previously ignored angles. It digs in the scraps of my psyche for new lessons from … [Read more…]
You don’t realize how much time you spend talking about dating until you’re not dating. When you lock boxes of memories and store them in the back of your closets, ready to get on with life. When there is no associate with whom you exchange the occasional flirtatious quip. When your former “possibles” are settling … [Read more…]
Confession: I’m a recovering Type A personality. If you’ve followed me for the last six years, you know me as an “I do what I want, when I feel like it and I don’t have goals” person. My resistance to goals and a framework for my existence is the result of my mental and emotional … [Read more…]