Year: 2024
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10 Things I Worried About Yesterday That Ended Up Being a Complete Waste of My Time.
Because I literally worry about worrying too much. (You don’t?) . . . Ten Things I Worried About Yesterday That Ended Up Being a Complete Waste of My Time: 1. That all the screen time my kids get is somehow developmentally detrimental and therefore proves I’m the laziest and/or worst parent there is. 2. That…
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Mystery Girl.
I like to think of myself as a fawn in the woods. Wide-eyed, gentle. Watching the strange human society out there, racing their cars and running themselves into the ground with Productivity. The ground is my home, with its trampled leaves and branches wrapped around me. I feel warm, and settled. I rather enjoy the…
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The Catcher’s Mitt.
Hi there, Dear Reader. I’m sitting at our kitchen island, listening to the familiar hum of the dishwasher. It’s nighttime. I have Aquaphor on my knuckles. I’m sipping an IPA while learning to speak Vietnamese. Our house smells comfortingly like garlic. And my face—the supple, smiling cheeks that were so often mistaken for a teenager’s—feels…
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January Thoughts.
1. As I think I mentioned, our entire household was sick for the start of the new year. After a cycle of runny noses, fitful sleep, and extra-warm showers, the illness finally seems to have passed. And I have a new skip in my step, Dear Reader. It feels satisfying to deep-clean the bathrooms; I…
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An Analysis of My Anxiety.
Like, why do I feel anxious? Hmm. Let me count the ways. . . . I’m an anxious human (join the club, right?) and the other night I stopped myself, mid-worry, and thought, “Why?” Why the hell do I feel nervous right now? The kids are sleeping soundly; I’m sitting in our safe and lovely…
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Winter’s Kiss.
A Love Letter. . . . The older I get, the more I love winter. The ice. The quiet. The frigid air that pricks the skin. I find comfort in the discomfort. The wind that whips across my face only amplifies the warmth of a whistling tea kettle. The stubborn teeth of my jacket’s zipper…
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Dear Reader, I Hope Your Life is a Mess.
Hear me out; I’m not a dick. . . . Happy 2024 to you and yours, friend. If I had to sum up my epiphany of this past year, it would be a familiar, yet important one: This is our brief time to shine.* I know I’ve said it many times before, (more or less…