Reading Time: 5 minutes (continued from On the Habit of Finding Better Words Part 2) I cannot tell you how many amazing, articulate, expressive people I know who are still recovering from chronic self-doubt born of their inability communicate …
Reading Time: 5 minutes (continued from On the Habit of Finding Better Words Part 1) How many times have I spent literally hours, days, months, years of my life trying to find a way to express myself clearly to someone …
Reading Time: 5 minutes As a toddler and young child, according to my mother and sister, I used to say “ayana” when I wanted someone to lie down with me. No one has any idea where I got the …
Reading Time: 5 minutes So, lately, every time I tuck into one of my fiction projects, I have an overwhelming urge to make all the characters go into self-isolation due to a global pandemic. From their different worlds and …
Reading Time: 9 minutes I woke this morning having barely slept because I have a cold. Again. I never get sniffly colds. My body and I have a deal. It flattens me like carefully steam-rolled asphalt once every 3-5 …
Reading Time: 8 minutes So, I’m starting to think that a lot of the most common forms and expressions of “guilt” are, in Western, Eurocentric culture, socially validated placeholders for our more truthful emotions. Is it, perhaps, a bold …
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Reading Time: < 1 minute Sweet Mercy — Your hands make me feel like my edges aren’t blurry; edges that soak and seep, so porous that I lose who I am in the giving and the forgetting, the forgetting that …
Reading Time: 8 minutes So, I came across this in my FB feed the other day. And – to be clear – I totally get the sentiment and have not read anything by Pam Leo. Thus, what follows is …
Reading Time: 4 minutes Hey — So, I know things were tense this morning and I’m really sorry for being so weird and snippy. I’m not sure what the trigger was but I was journalling after you left and …
Reading Time: 2 minutes Hey — I was thinking about that scene in the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith. You know. The one when they literally have each other’s backs? Bullets flying all around and they are this smooth, synchronized …