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
“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?”
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
I can’t decide if I’m feeling my mother’s presence now, as we accompany the dying process with Jason’s father, or if I’m simply reminded of her own journey to death. Their two journeys couldn’t be more different, though… mostly, anyway. Continue reading Death Diaries: Part One
An Instagram post recently resonated with me: I feel like people struggle with this on the whole. It’s why so … Continue reading On becoming your favorite version of yourself.
I used to write, all the time, about whatever sundry topic happened to flit into my brain. As an adult, … Continue reading Taking Simple Joy in Writing: A Reflection
There’s an old wisdom—that we often regret the things we didn’t do far more than the things we did. I’ve decided this sentiment doesn’t apply to kids—it is far better to regret the children you didn’t have than regret the ones you did have.
Sure, sometimes, when my love holds babies (rare that it currently is due to COVID), it does something funny to my ovaries, but that’s simple, basic biology.
However, I am far more than my genetic programming.
There is talk of letting the virus run its course. Of murdering people in the name of “herd immunity”.
Tell me: If someone goes to an understaffed, overworked, jam-packed hospital ER with no beds available and not enough surgeons to go around, then ends up dying from neglect because it’s the best the medical staff can offer during the height of a preventable second massive wave of a pandemic, is that counted as a COVID death? Continue reading In Sickness: Hell is the absence of the ones you love.
I take no issue in finding my own reasons for being here. I exist to learn hard lessons from some … Continue reading On Existence: The Legacies We Leave
Once upon a time, I daydreamed that I could go back in time–I’d go to college in a beach-side town. … Continue reading The Cost of Finding Yourself