I am sitting in bed with a cold La Croix because I have a summer cold this week. Does everyone have a summer cold this week?!? It’s not covid—I’ve been testing. And it feels like a while since I had a regular, boring cold. I have not missed it. River’s home this week and we’ve…
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So now that you understand how ABSURD the amicable question is, let me offer some suggestions of what might be more helpful to someone who is facing or recently undergone divorce.
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I have wanted to write more about my wrestle with my faith, but it feels very vulnerable. I am going to try to do that today and I hope, as readers, you will remember my post about the wound that is still healing. I am in the middle of healing this wound, maybe even at…
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PREFACE: This week I’ve decided to chronicle my NIH visit in detail. My friends and family have been observing my NIH pilgrimages from a distance for years and are interested to know what it’s like. I realize this may not be of interest to everyone and my entries will resume their regular flavor (whatever that…
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I’m on my way to DC today. This is the trip that I have normally approached with, at best, resignation, and at worst, dread. It’s always difficult to describe the NIH experience to others. I’ll do my best here. It starts with a cross-country flight. I like flying into Reagan International Airport because I can get…
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I find myself joking with my close friends that it’s a lot of work to be friends with me right now. It’s because I have no capacity for the superficial. I don’t have the energy for it. This means I have a lot more awkward conversations. I ask deep, personal questions. I talk about…
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As a woman, I’ve spent most of my life trying to take up as little space as possible. This was easier in some ways because I have always been on the smaller side of normal. And the message from the world is that women should be small and quiet and agreeable. Fortunately, at this time…
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Tonight I find myself on the couch. It’s late. I should be sleeping but my brain won’t be quiet. I have learned that this is a signal I’ve been slacking on my mental hygiene. By that, I mean that I haven’t been doing all of the practices I usually do to keep my mind uncluttered. …
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I don’t remember what it feels like to be kissed. It’s been a long time. Too long. I can picture it in my mind and I can even recall the rush somewhat, but the actual tactile sensation of lips and cheeks and tongue, of force and softness; that I can’t quite recall. I long for…
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