These are the days I hate the most. The days when I move through the sludge. The days when I feel like I’m carrying a thousand pounds on my back through a muddy obstacle course and cannot move freely. I know these days will pass because I’ve become used to their rhythm. I recognize their slightly off-key melody. For a… Read More
Advice for Writers and Everyone Else Hello, friends! How are you? I hope you’re well and happy and full of creative energy. I hope that you’re living the fullest life possible allowing your imaginative spirit to fully embrace those nuggets of inspiration that fleet and flitter in front of our faces every moment. I hope that you’re living boldly without… Read More
My Dearest and Bravest Warrior Friend, Today you texted me. Today you told me that one time you thought your life was over, but now you realize it’s just beginning. I didn’t answer your message because I needed time to think about how I wanted to respond. I’m always good for a random, cheesy line that is just barely passable… Read More
A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Daughter Dear 20-Year-Old Daughter, Here we are. It’s the eve of your 20th birthday. We’re spending it in our typical low-key fashion. You’re on your laptop working on homework. There’s a cookie cake resting on the counter that has already been halfway eaten (devoured). We’re passing the time watching funny commercials that are rudely interrupted… Read More
Why I’m Not Always on Your Side Dear Youngest Daughter, I thought you knew. Maybe I took for granted that you understood that I am and always will be your biggest fan. Lately, though, it’s come to my attention that from time to time that you don’t feel like I’m on your side. The first time you slouched in… Read More
The ground shifted beneath her feet. It was subtle, most likely not a tangible shift because no one else in the room reacted. Everyone else was going about their business without missing a beat: replacing an IV bag, checking vitals, scribbling family information on a dry erase board across from the bed. Only she felt her footing give. She reached out to touch the wall. Her fingertips grazed the smooth surface. She took a breath. The nurse said something to her. She nodded without fully understanding what he said. She should pay more attention. It could be important. Yet all she could do was breathe and let that breath pull her through to the next moment.