writing to try

I just spent some time trying to tell a story. It didn’t go the way I wanted it to go. I was trying to remember details about an event from real life, and I kept filling in the hazy gaps instead of letting them gape. So then I tried to admit when I was filling

grand

I’ve thought about it quite a bit, blogging stories about my New York trip. I visualize myself approaching the computer, standing and leaning against the desk to type. But no words. Not very many words, anyway. Not any original words, or words that didn’t already automatically occur to me when I thought NEW YORK CITY.

window seats

I downloaded the airline’s app a few weeks before my trip. It kept hitting me with obnoxious notifications, so I finally explored what options I had. At one point it asked me for a seat preference – aisle or window. I selected window. All four of my seats were window seats. On the last leg,

from poptoo’s house

In June, before my birthday, we went to PopToo’s house for a couple of days. I’ve been threatening for years to make it a regular thing – we’re going to go (me and all four kids) and spend the night (or a few nights), even if we have to take our school work, and even

i turned 34 in june

I’ve spent the last two and a half weeks trying to figure out what I want my 35th year to look like. I’m like I DON’T EVEN KNOW OKAY I JUST DON’T KNOW. I’m kind of tired. Tired like “Life is hard no matter who you are and I have a mood disorder and I

life lessons

I keep seeing distressingly thought-provoking memes – the kind that force you to ponder the advice you’d give your teenage self, or how you’d live life differently if you KNEW you would die in a year, or what you hope your kids remember about their childhood. You know the kind I mean. Existential crisis provokers.

[shot stories] catchy title

I rearranged my desk, hoping it would be easier to find things and work. Nope. Because now my Dumbledore and McGonagall FunkoPop figures are JUDGING ME. All you get this week is a heavily edited photo of birds flying over the sea.

don’t freak out

You know how things that make you roll your eyes or shrug when you’re above a neutral emotional level can make you want to hide under the bed when you’re in a fragile emotional state? Well. I’m trying to encourage myself and everyone around me to refuse to hide under the bed.  Listen to Megan.

astonished at his teaching

The story of Jesus cleansing the temple is familiar to me, but when I read it this latest time I noticed something. Let’s take it apart and work backwards: all the crowd was astonished at his teaching because it was fresh and new  the chief priests and scribes feared Jesus because he was telling truth

mother’s day

I am propped on my bed in the sunshine.  It is Mother’s Day.  Mother’s Day is not my favorite.  I know too many people who hurt extra hard for Mother’s Day. It took me a long time to admit out loud that I don’t love Mother’s Day.  I love Mothers. I love families. I love