I'm sitting in a busy coffee shop on Thursday morning. I haven't been out and about much between chronic illness and introversion, and I've been kind of stuck in my head. I'm listening to cave water on my noise-cancelling headphones and watching my kid's kindergarten teacher chat with two more women who also give off … Continue reading of cave water and deviated septums…
Heads up: this is part of an ongoing series about my experience with GLP-1 medication. If that’s a triggering topic, please feel free to skip. I’m not telling anyone what to do with their body. I just need to process this, and I figure someone out there is more scared than I am and could … Continue reading mutant chronicles 004: don’t get cocky, kid…
It's been made clear to me over the years that, remarkably, people don't know what they can do to help you unless you ask. Uck. Asking for help. It is not something I'm very well seasoned at, because I would rather do it myself and not put anyone else out. Yes yes, I've been made … Continue reading ask not what your cami can do for you, but what you can do for your cami…
Heads up: this is part of an ongoing series about my experience with GLP-1 medication. If that's a triggering topic, please feel free to skip. I'm not telling anyone what to do with their body. I just need to process this, and I figure someone out there is more scared than I am and could … Continue reading mutant notes 003: this tiny little dose…
Heads up: this is part of an ongoing series about my experience with GLP-1 medication. If that's a triggering topic, please feel free to skip. I'm not telling anyone what to do with their body. I just need to process this, and I figure someone out there is more scared than I am and could … Continue reading mutant notes 002: a pretty tight grouping…
It's 7:23 in the morning on Father's Day. I'm curled up in bed next to a sleeping father. Not my father. Not the father of my child. Also not just some dad. In a weird way he's sort of everyone's startup dad in Portland. But he's asleep so we'll move on. I didn't actually come … Continue reading labels matter…
I'm working for myself now. Which is not something I ever particularly wanted to do, if I'm honest. Before I go any further, let me be specific. Because my partner spends his days working with founders, and founders are entrepreneurs in the Merriam-Webster sense: entrepreneurial — having to do with the creation and development of … Continue reading I’m not the entrepreneurial sort…
Heads up: this is the opening piece of a series about my experience starting GLP-1 medication. If that's a triggering topic, please feel free to skip. I'm not telling anyone what to do with their body. I just need to process this, and I figure someone out there is more scared than I am and … Continue reading mutant notes 01: did I mention I’m afraid of needles…
Sunday night the insomnia ghosts came calling. You know the ones. Anxiety. Inspiration. Critical reflection. Hunger. The usual roster. Inspiration was loudest that night. Of course, the muse. I've been racking my brain for what to do with the discarded tarot card boxes. When I take a deck apart for a mix deck, the original … Continue reading of sauce packets and tarot boxes…
A retroactive translation The 8th of April, in this year of our discontent Dear Reader, Today I have begun to be weaned from my tonic by order of Dr. S—. The reduction is significant — by a third, she has said, "to keep the worst of it manageable." I had not known the tonic was … Continue reading letters from the rest cure…
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