There’s a space between underdoing it and overdoing it that other people call Tuesday. I seem to have misplaced mine. It feels ridiculous to me that I, an intelligent 48-year-old woman, still don’t have the sense to stop and rest when I need to. I haven’t ever really known how to. Not consistently. But it’s … Continue reading finding Tuesday…
Unmasking Is Weird For most of my life, I’ve felt fake.Not dishonest. Not deceptive. Just… performed. Like every interaction came with a script I didn’t write but had to memorize to survive. Smile here. Ask that. Tilt your head just so. Don’t talk too much. Don’t talk too little. Don’t stim. Don’t fidget. Don’t correct … Continue reading be yourself, but not like that…
(It's Not a Security Blanket. It’s a Lifestyle Choice.) When I was a kid, I had the blanket. You know the one. Threadbare but beloved. Always slightly damp at one corner. Soft in a way nothing else on earth quite managed to be. I dragged it everywhere—across tile floors, into the back seat of the … Continue reading Blanket Statement
I'm not always good at writing about the good days. I tend to hate the internet trend of posting when everything is perfect and beautiful and you're a pretty pretty princess who is blessed with the grace of all things beautiful. I want people to share their joy. I just don't like it when that's … Continue reading the last day…
This is not my story to tell, but sometimes you tell a story anyway. A story that impacts you deeply. One that has informed and influenced your entire life. One that you've known since the day you were born, but can't possibly know all of. Despite what the title says, the story starts more than … Continue reading 50 years…
There's a routine. A way I do things. Every night before I close my eyes and sleep I turn the ringer off on my phone. Plug it in to charge and curl up on my side to close my eyes and sleep. Except last night. Last night I turned the ringer up. Set my phone … Continue reading the ringer…
It's strange to me sometimes as the parent of an only child, to watch K's interactions with me, her father, her friends, my friends, the world. I was never an only child. On the day I was born my brother was nearly three and quite happy being an only child. I could regale you with … Continue reading for matty…
Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom comes into town each year anyway. But the timing, the early arrival was due to the fact … Continue reading mothered
After a week on the road, and I use the term "on the road" very loosely, I'm reminded of a few things that make being home truly special. Though I had a fantastic trip to Austin, the joy of it was more about experiences, opportunities and fun than it was about attending the actual SXSWI … Continue reading no place
Yesterday was my birthday. My 33rd birthday to be specific and look at that... I let the day go by without a blog post. Hmmm. How did that happen? How did I not remember to mark my special day with a blog post etched indelibly on the face of the internet? Oh that's right. I … Continue reading happy being 33 day…
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