“You know,” I say to my friend. “I think 12-year-old me would be pretty impressed with how my life is going.” I have cats. My love life is good. I’m writing full time, which isn’t lucrative by a long shot, but I make it work.
And I wear lots of dresses. That was apparently important to her. » Read more
In another piece, I talked about midlife crisis. But I didn’t dive as deeply into it as I probably should have. I stayed on the surface, wondering about it in passing — what midlife crisis actually was. And if it actually existed, outside of silly jokes about it.
I missed what it looks like in my own life. » Read more
One of Picasso’s favorite assignments for a young artist was to have him or her try to draw a perfect circle. It can’t be done; everyone draws a circle with some particular distortion, and that distorted circle is “your” circle, an insight into “your” style. “Try to make the circle as best you can. And since nobody before you has made a perfect circle, » Read more
I have found that the most difficult and most rewarding challenge of my work is how to be both a mapmaker and a traveler…Over the years I’ve learned that a surefooted and confident mapmaker does not a swift traveler make. I stumble and fall, and I constantly find myself needing to change course.
-Brene Brown, » Read more
It has been a rough spring and summer. There’s the pandemic of course. The civil unrest. And what’s going on with the economy.
On top of everything else, my father passed away the end of April, and I experienced raw, visceral grief unlike anything else I’ve ever felt before, on top of the atmospheric grief so many of us have felt in covid-19 times, » Read more
“Shut up.” “Do you have to be so annoying?”
I don’t have that kind of bravery, the one that lets you dismiss other people. The one that compels you to tell them to shut up. Or to let them know that they’re being annoying.
Or that at least that’s what you think. » Read more
When it comes to my living situation and my love life, I’m easily the happiest I’ve ever been.
I like my job. I love my home. And I adore the person (and animals) I share my home with.
By a lot of metrics, I’m very successful. I’ve built a very stable life that makes me happy. » Read more
“You have to be careful about what you fix….If you irrigate a desert, you might empty a sea. It’s a complicated business, fixing things.”
-Percival Everett, “The Fix”
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately. It’s easy to get comfortable when nothing changes for a while. » Read more
Growing up, I was the kid with the messy desk. The one that looked like it was spewing paper everywhere. My backpack was a snarl of random accoutrements. My room wasn’t any better.
It drove my neatnik mom crazy. Because it always looked wrong to her. Like chaos personified. It was the wrong way to be. » Read more
I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.
It can be humbling looking at things you wrote before, long ago and far away. Whether this is in a classical form, » Read more