Yep, it’s finally happened. I’m trying to create a working Budget. This is a post I shared with a Facebook group for folks who use YNAB (You Need A Budget). It felt really good, like a huge win, for this to happen today. Big enough of one that I tackled some work that had the potential for that retraumatization I...
So much new exists in my life right now. It’s beautiful and scary and thrilling and overwhelming and exciting and exhausting and I’m hopeful and terrified. The voices in my heart are at war, and I can only hope my current, older self has enough data to successfully battle years of repetitive, restricting, damaging messages. This particular battle has required...
This entry started life as an Instagram post, then I remembered that I’d wanted to start writing regularly again and I was doing it, just not where I would see it and count it. So, here we are. TL;DR: I’m super glad I have a garden and that I made myself go to it today. Also #marisolthesubaru is the same...
Last month, I attended a reading/signing at Print: A Bookstore so I could get a copy of Alexander Chee’s new book signed for a friend. I decided to get a copy for myself, as well. When it was time to sign mine he asked, “Are you a writer too?” As I’d explained that my friend had very vividly expressed Chee’s...
They say mine is an air sign. But I don’t know what that means. Water has always been my element. I seek it for solace; I seek it for soothing; I seek it when I need to see my tumult mirrored in the world around me without feeling like I am all chaos, and nothing natural. But when I am...
…may as well record it somewhere I may see it again. Week 6 journal, PHIL 155, Spring 2017, SMCC When children are asked, “If you could have any super power or special ability, which would you choose?” some might say super strength, or to be able to fly, or to read minds. And some might think that the greatest super...
Shortly before I moved back to Maine from San Francisco, I was subject to a devastating life change that sent me into the deepest depression I had experienced in my life. Good news for my dear friend Erin, who was composing a photography series called Proper Sorrows. The name of the series comes from the 19th century when women were...
Today, a car almost hit mine head-on when the driver turned the wrong way up State Street out of a driveway at the bottom of a block. The oncoming vehicle I had no way to avoid felt familiar. Today, I wanted to apologize to every little girl I saw in the grocery store. Today, I cried in front of strangers...
Part one of a two-part post, which was written second, but which needs to come first. I fuck up. Often. And on many levels. I get defensive. I try to recognize when I feel defensive, so I can check myself. Defensiveness is often a sign that my privilege is leading the way. But I don’t always see it. Sometimes, I...