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The first time you asked me, “How would you feel about moving to Texas?” I laughed.
I thought you were joking.
Because there was nothing on the surface that had ever called to me about Texas. And there were enough stereotypes about it being unsafe there for people who were different… » Read more
If only wonderful and amazing things happen to you, you will never learn to be brave.
–Steve Case, F**k Death Workbook
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As I’m approaching my fourth anniversary of posting an essay every single day (which will fall on 9/1/2020), I find myself looking back and realizing all the things I didn’t know about writing in public before I set out. » 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”
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I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately. It’s easy to get comfortable when nothing changes for a while. » Read more
“Why is it that people are so quick to throw everything away to cling to someone needy, high maintenance, and dysfunctional?” she asks me.
“I ask for so little,” she continues. “I take care of my own needs and do my best to try to be flexible. It’s not always easy, but I know it’s what I want when I’m on the other side of things. » Read more
We meet up to have coffee after a difficult evening. It was our first fight as friends. Looking back at it with a cooler head and a bit of distance, I can see where we both messed up. The miscommunication is glaring me in the face. Obvious now that I’m calmer.
I see what I got wrong. » Read more
Like a lot of other people, I’ve been having a rough spring and summer. There’s the pandemic of course, making an inescapable impact across America.
But I had a big personal challenge in late April when my father passed away. Grieving is never easy, and I’ve found that it’s doubly difficult during the pandemic, » Read more
When I met you, my life was a mess. One giant mess. I know now that the problem was that I was an easy mark, someone that manipulative people could identify would easily give them what they wanted.
So I was never alone but surrounded by people who were demanding more and more of me. » Read more
We’re up early for the weekend. My husband has some errands to run, ones that are better done in the morning. But before he does, he wants to give our cat his insulin.
This is only the second day we’re doing this, pricking the cat’s ear with a lancet and getting a tiny drop of blood for the glucometer. » Read more
I have a couple of prayer cards from my father’s service in my home. One of my sisters scooped them up for me, from the wake in Maine, and mailed them to me in Texas. They have Psalm 23 printed on them. You know… “The lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”
Right there underneath his photograph and his birth and death dates. » Read more
Someone close to you has died.
No, they are not alive somewhere else.
No, they are not coming back.
No, it doesn’t make any fucking sense.
No, they are not in the next room reading a book or doing the dishes.
No matter how much you want to believe they are coming back, » Read more
