I had a full-on mental breakdown a few weeks ago. The ugly-cry, maybe I should stay home from work kind of breakdown. There’s a lot going on in my life and a lot of changes happening and I hit an edge. And I couldn’t pull it together.Read More
I wrote a different post for this week, about my issues with disordered eating, but at the last minute, decided not to share it. It felt too raw, like too much exposure. It felt like I was revealing too much—too much about me, too much about the things I struggle with.
Familiar refrains are: What will people think? What if people judge me? What if people think less of me?Read More
If you subscribe to this blog you may have noticed I’ve been posting more lately. A friend and I committed to doing so, and so far, we’ve both managed to accomplish that goal, despite full-time jobs and a myriad of other commitments. Yay us.Read More
At my cousin’s wedding reception a couple of summers ago, my then nine-year-old niece picked up my wrap and asked me what it was for. I told her it was for keeping warm, and showed her the ways she could wear it. She took my wrap and tied it around her neck the way I showed her, pulling her long blonde hair out of the back and adjusting it like an expert. My niece fidgeted some more, pulling and shifting the fabric, and then asked, “Does this make me look fat?”Read More
A weekly roundup of things I thought worth sharing—the inspiring, the thought-provoking, the things that helped get me through my week. This week: Otherhood, The Red Hand Files, some woo, Women and Power, and Adam’s dreadlocks.Read More
I saw the movie “Yesterday” this past weekend, about Jack Malik, a struggling musician, who after an accident, learns that he is the only person who remembers the Beatles. He becomes famous when he begins performing the songs as if they were his own.Read More
It’s been more a year a half now since I completed my MFA in creative writing. It’s been on my mind lately because my program—the Mile-High MFA—recently held its summer residency, and I was able to connect with a few people who were in town.Read More
I keep seeing this picture in the wake of the passage of the new draconian abortion laws. I stole it from Vox, but it’s properly credited, so hopefully I won’t get in trouble. I wanted it here because to me, it holds everything we get wrong about the abortion debate.
In Still Writing, Dani Shapiro quotes a list of instructions for writers by the poet Jane Kenyon. They include things such as, “Protect your time,” and “Feed your inner life.” The title for this post comes from this instruction: “Read good books, have good sentences in your ears.”
In the past, I’ve shared the “good sentences” I’m reading on Facebook. But sometime last year I realized that Facebook has taken the place of the quote journals I used to keep. Now I’m letting Mark Zuckerberg hold my favorite passages for me. Massive dislike.Read More
I’ve been feeling my clock ticking lately. Ticking probably isn’t the right word. Gasping its last gasps is likely more accurate. Lately isn’t the right word either. It’s been at least a good year since I’ve been wondering, wait, am I sure I don’t want to have kids?Read More
In his essay “On Becoming an American Writer,” from the collection How To Write an Autobiographical Novel, Alexander Chee writes about being a writer in our current climate, “after the election, the election that for now we all speak of only as ‘the election’ as if there will never be any other.” Setting aside my fear that, based on current events, there actually won’t be another election, reading Chee, I felt relieved. I thought, oh good, we are writing about this now—this being “the election,” this being what it means to be alive—and to try to make art—in this crazy, disorienting, devastating time.Read More
After I finished my undergrad degree many years ago I worked for a small newspaper in the mountains of Colorado. It paid $19,000 a year and offered no benefits, so I lived in my parents’ basement for a year and waited tables on the weekends. Most nights after dinner I went to the local coffee shop and wrote pages and pages in my notebook. Sometimes I was journaling, sometimes I was responding to the prompts in Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones, sometimes I just needed an excuse to feed my secret addiction at the time—smoking cigarettes.Read More
When I was young—eight or nine maybe—I learned that two of the mountains near where I grew up used to be volcanos. My first question was whether they would erupt again. My older brother and my father explained why they wouldn’t. The volcanos were active in the Paleocene era—around 65 million years ago. Whatever they had to say, they had already said it—they had already spewed and exploded and raged. Now they stood quiet, content.Read More
Yesterday, for the first time in months, I started writing something new. As I did so, I almost welled up with tears. I was excited, relieved, inspired. I felt like someone had connected my arm to an IV drip after months of severe dehydration. Finishing my essay collection for grad school last month took every last bit of original thought and motivation from me. I wasn’t sure when or if I was going to be able to write again. But there I was yesterday, typing away. I felt like everything was going to be okay again.Read More
It's day 30 of my photo project, which means if I'm following the advice of life hacks everywhere, I've successfully created a new habit. When I decided to take a photo every day for a year, I initially just wanted to practice taking photos. Photography is one of my hobbies, and it's something I've always wanted to get better at, but I always push it aside for other things, like writing, making money to feed myself, and practicing yoga. Seldom do I have a lazy Saturday afternoon when I can just walk around and take photos. So I started the project thinking that taking a photo every day would be an easy, small way to work on my skills.Read More
Yesterday I posted the above photo to Facebook and Instagram. A friend at my yoga class took it. Before class started I was telling her that I had started a photo-a-day project on January 1st. My teacher overheard and suggested we take a photo of me in handstand with the lights above me.
I loved this idea.Read More