Oh, hey. It’s me. Been awhile. Life has changed some for me, and I find myself pulled back to the blinking cursor of my blog. Maybe blogging is archaic in the age of TikTok and Instagram TV. I’ve decided I’m okay with being outdated. Writing is cathartic and a way for me to process my world. Sharing my writing is both of those things, as well
I’ve learned writing is cathartic for me. It’s a way in which I can connect with others and get to know myself. I process much of my own experience between the lines of my blog […]
You can’t see inside a painting. As you are not the artist—I am not the artist. And, we, neither of us, are the subject. We are on the outside. You see what has been constructed—you […]
“Let’s watch the news,” my first grader said. “It’s important to know what’s going on all around the world,” he added. We lasted less than five minutes. The first three stories included a piece on […]
I often joke about the misfortunes of “getting old,” but honestly… it’s much more good than bad for me. One of the markers of aging for me has been the realization my personal worldview… sucked. For […]
Sometimes words spew out of my mouth and I immediately wish life had an EDIT and DELETE button. Sometimes… rarely… but sometimes, words fall out and I’m somewhat astonished at my own insight. “There is […]
“I’m sure she’ll make the team.” “That is a given. Look at her mom!” “It’s a sure thing. She’s just like you.” I heard every variation of these sentiments in the months leading up to […]
It’s been a minute since I’ve found myself in this space—the blog space, that is. I joined a new group at the beginning of the year. While the organization was born from the marriage of […]
No one told me it would be this hard. Okay…that’s total bullshit. I think my mom definitely told me it would be this hard. I just didn’t believe her. Truth be told, I wouldn’t have […]
I had grand intentions of exiting 2017 with weekly blog posts all through the insanity that is the month of December. Just as it dawned I’d not posted since November, and guilt began to creep […]
