This was fun. The Internet lent itself to snappy repartee and vapid conversation. I was pretty good at both. It became my entertainment after a long day at the office.
January 24, 2022
For a while I kept mixing up the word message and massage, constantly misreading the word “message” as “massage” or typing message when I meant massage.
January 23, 2022
The desire for a place of my own to write has been with me for as long as I can remember.
January 17, 2022
While I had been wandering through row after row trying to cover as much ground as possible, there was a young couple in the cemetery who had stayed in the same general area, hugging each other as they cried.
January 6, 2022
I decided that I would try the ketamine therapy. I had nothing left to lose by trying it, and everything to lose if I didn’t.
January 2, 2022
A weekly massive frozen yogurt pie, topped with whipped cream, might have been excessive. But my twenty-year-old son, home from college, and my other two teenagers bearing their own disappointments, demanded comfort at the start of the shut down in March 2020.
December 29, 2021
I had breasts. They lived on my chest. But I didn’t mind them. They were mine, but they were not me.
December 23, 2021
I’ve been craving just one good beach day all summer, nothing to do but lie in the sun and gaze at the peaceful horizon. There’s something hopeful about looking out at the sea, as though you can see the past and the future, all there in the shimmering expanse of blue.
December 18, 2021
I’m not the same kind of midwife my aunties were. But I’ve learned how to birth certain things. How to take hurt and transmute it into something different.
August 17, 2021
The plan was to take her to a restaurant for dinner and then borrow her car to drive to the summer cottage where the backdrop is stuffed in a trunk in her bedroom. But I can’t leave her this way.
August 15, 2021
The final shot you scanned that day shows a tall glass lamp with a dark lampshade crowned by a belt of white ribbon. The lamp offers zero illumination.
August 14, 2021
The moms in the clique were into vacationing in the same places. Not necessarily together, but they chose the same places. I overheard them talk about this at pickup.
August 13, 2021
So aside from sending my mom pizza dinners, Amazon gifts, and Facetiming regularly, I needed a more meaningful way to reach her. What about writing together? I thought.
August 12, 2021
Experts in the mental health field emphasize that the solution to despair can be found in several areas but that social connections and a sense of purpose are key.
August 11, 2021