After six beautiful weeks, we found tiny kitty a new home where there are no birdies to eat. And not just any home–this weekend, we drove Tiny Kitty across Florida to my dear friend Gracie, her thoughtful son, and her exceptional cat (Puck).
I couldn’t ask for a better home for him to grow and thrive. Sometimes, the hard way is the right way. Continue reading Memories #1 and #2: Finding Tiny Kitty a New Home (And Passing Checkpoint #3 in Duolingo)
When I was younger, the most romantic thought in my head was that someone could love me unconditionally, in spite of all my flaws and faults and myriad poor life choices–so I made that my goal in my endeavors. To be able to love people (friends, family, romantic partners) without conditions. That road? The road of absolute, unconditional, “I will do anything, put up with anything, sacrifice anything for you” kind of love? That road leads to unhealthy relationships. Continue reading On Healthy Relationships: Maybe Love *Should* Be Conditional
Two days ago, I wrote a frustrated blog post at like 4 a.m. about how absolutely terrible and awful I … Continue reading Happy Surprise: I AM SUDDENLY OKAY TODAY (?!)
I woke up because every muscle in my body is on fire. Existing hurts. I did ten minutes of light … Continue reading It’s 2 a.m. and I am in so much pain.
I realize today why I hate making plans: I never know how I will feel in the future. I never know if I will have to cancel, or if I will have grit my teeth and force myself through it in the name of being a good friend, a good daughter, a good ally, a good person.
Only to collapse after. Continue reading Why Planning Ahead is Hard with an Autoimmune Condition
“How are you?”
I never can tell if the asker is serious and actually wants to know, or just stating a pre-defined, shallow pleasantry. I suppose that’s a #neurodiversity problem. As a woman with a glorious and vivid case of ADHD, I’ve overshared my whole life. How SHOULD someone respond to that question in 2022? Continue reading The Complexity of “How Are You?”
There are only five places in the world where one can find bioluminescence like this, and Titusville is #1 — and only a forty-five minute drive away from our home. Off we went on our latest adventure! Continue reading Kayaking Into the Sunset: Our Bioluminescence Tour in Titusville
My lovely friend Mindy does this fascinating thing where, at the start of a given year, she writes down all the memories she wants to create — and then blogs about them as she intentionally makes those memories, a loving time capsule of joy.
I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a glorious exercise in positive mental health. Continue reading My Memory List: An Exercise For Mental Health
Who wants to read from every chapter in a very jumbled and random book? It’s then that I realize: there it is again, that very complicated grief.
The only person who’d want to read that book would be… Continue reading On Identity and Grief: I Am Not One Thing
Tonight, I’m left wondering: How was Telemachus supposed to feel after his father, Odysseus, returned home–and learned that dear old Dad like… slept with all these chicks and endangered all his crewmates and MAIMED SOME RANDOM CYCLOPS WHO WAS SIMPLY MINDING HIS BUSINESS? Continue reading The Prodigal Father
On Friday, we drove sixteen hours to return home from Arkansas to Florida.
This second trip was largely for Jason.
Sara Lou had called again last week, this time to tell us that Randy was in a hospice center, not dissimilar from my mother’s, and that he’d taken a turn.
This time, he was actively dying.
I swear, only Jason can visit a dying man and instill in him a powerful will to live. Continue reading Death Diaries: Part Two – The Redemption Arc