I think I’m on a trail.

I also said yes to something that sounded fun in the moment and now seems incredibly scary. And I also must stick it out. So I will stay in this room and write what I need to write.
Read moreI was 12 years old the first time I saw a profile view of myself. Standing in my parents’ bathroom with the pull-out mirror, I went to slide it back against the wall and happened to glimpse myself in the stationary mirror mid motion. I stopped, frozen in disbelief, as I looked at my nose from the side. It sounds
Read moreI recently starting journaling with my 8yr old. We take turns answering questions and leaving each other notes. One of the questions asked “What would you do if you weren’t afraid to fail?” I put “I would be a writer.” She put “I would jump at Jumptime.” Almost the same thing. (Sidenote, she later confessed she thought it said FALL,
Read moreOn my wedding day I was too preoccupied to ever be nervous. There was so much to do that I couldn’t even think about things not going right. I was hidden away in a room getting ready and I felt completely secluded from the rest of the wedding preparation. Once my makeup was on, my friends were gathered outside my
Read moreWhy do I write? Obviously not for money. Not for a career or an aspiration. Sometimes it is for my mind. To clear it or organize it. Sometimes it is to avoid cleaning. Yesterday I couldn’t think of a thing to write about so I had to clean. While cleaning I found an old journal of mine from many years
Read moreThe first week of leave due to my surgery I was on pain meds and I got absolutely nothing accomplished except watching all of Orange is the New Black season two, and Mad Men season five. I knew I had to move on to a new obsession when I started wanting mixed drinks at 10:00 AM. Today I spent
Read moreI’m not a writer, I’m a storyteller. I try to correct people if they call me the former. Writers are intentional and their work has a conclusion. Storytellers are reactional and their work is always in progress. Plus there is this thing called grammar which ruins writing for me every time. When I was young I used to tell myself
Read moreI used to not partake in any type of writing classes, because I was just a blogger. In fact, I wouldn’t even admit that I was a blogger for many years. I was just archiving things for my children. I was just documenting a trip to Kenya. I was just using my blog to connect with other parents and
Read moreDear Evan and Lulu, This week you both had your tonsils out. The hospital had figured out a system so the two of you never had to be without a parent except for the 20 minutes you were actually in surgery. You checked in together. You put on your gowns together. Your dad walked one into the surgery
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