If I told you that life had no purpose, how would you feel? Would you feel crushed? Or would you feel free?
For me, it all depends on the day. On whatever river of emotions I’m currently floating down.
Sometimes I’m gripped with sadness at this idea. With the realization that there’s no way to win at the game I’m playing. » Read more
When you’re young, they dismiss you because you don’t have enough experience.
What do you know? they say. You haven’t been through anything. You have to live to learn. To do to know.
You can’t just spring out of the womb wise. Fully formed like Athena was when she was born from Zeus’s head. » Read more
As I wrote in a recent post, I recently moved cross country and have discovered that in spite of my assumption that I’d rush out and get socially connected ASAP that I am very introverted in my new home.
It’s a sharp 180 from my normal way of relating. » Read more
“Look at the bright side,” I say to him. “When Roe v. Wade is overturned, you’ll be a hot piece of ass with your vasectomy and all.”
He cracks a smile. Chuckles. “You’re terrible,” he says.
“Maybe,” I say, “But you laughed.”
“I did indeed.”
It’s maybe not the best way to deal with the feeling that the world is ending any day now. » Read more
Two months ago, I moved from Cleveland to Dallas. I laughed the first time I was asked if I might be amenable to moving to Texas five months ago.
But the more I learned about the job opportunity in Dallas, the less insane it sounded.
And a month after that, I was straight out getting rid of most of what I owned, » Read more
I’ll let you in on a little secret: There are times when no matter what you do, an issue is going to be ambiguous. You’re not necessarily going to get clarity or answers that satisfy you completely.
Maybe you’re worried that your partner doesn’t find you attractive anymore. And maybe you’ll find yourself embarking on a fact-finding mission. » 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 told basically the same thing from a number of people in a variety of different ways: That there’s nothing wrong with me. » Read more
Sometimes I see other people weighing the pros and cons of a big change. Coming up with lists. Emotionally processing for months before they make that big decision: To do or not to do — that is the question.
I’ve noticed most of the time that they don’t. They stick with the status quo. » Read more
It’s been a weird sea change for me the past few years, building up an online presence. It wasn’t like this at all in the past. I worked on the sidelines of publishing, mostly as an editor at some literary magazines with occasional publications in little magazines that nobody really read. Won some writing awards only a handful of people cared about (but which did help me pay my rent, » Read more
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been terrified of getting pregnant.
I suppose it didn’t help that one of my formative experiences surrounding pregnancy involved a teen mom who looked miserable. She was the daughter of one of my mom’s friends. Had gotten pregnant in high school. And whenever my mother and I would stop by to visit her friend, » Read more