I’m furious that my house is dirty. I’m furious that I don’t have a dishwasher and the dishes seem to be a never ending pile on the tiny fucking counters. I’m furious that my children have no concept of “too far”. I’m furious that no one knows how to respect my fucking boundaries, including my […]Read more "Every Little Thing"
The layer of mud had gotten so out of hand, her boots cracked deep and dark with every step she took across the industrial landscape. The floods had finally receeded, after a five week storm had drown most of the winter landscape in warm waters. Communication with folks further than 100 miles was difficult, at […]Read more "figs and maps"
I feel so tired and that seems impossible; my rational self bumping uglies against my emotional self. I feel naive and ancient and entirely too curious for my own good. Why do I feel like an imposter passing as an adult? Writing this blog? living this life? It’s my life. I’ve studied hard to be […]Read more "Numbness"