In this tumultuous sea we all share, the coming changes will be exacting and excruciating. As the wave crests and threatens to throw us overboard, we may despair. Together. As the wave's trough eventually comes, we will, on mutual exhaustion, find reprieve. Together. Except. Except the ones lost along the wave. Of which there are … Continue reading Sea Change
On October 24, 2011, Chuck Wendig tweeted: Writing is really your gig when you have a bad day but you say, "You know what? This story ain't gonna unfuck itself." And you dive back in. — Chuck Wendig (@ChuckWendig) October 24, 2011 In 2012, I changed the thought from fuck to muck (I'm not quite … Continue reading Is Humanity Your Gig?
Content warning: This post briefly mentions attempted suicide from years ago.Recently I wrote that I was built for times like these. And I clarified that I meant quarantine itself, not the reasons for quarantine. For dwelling, literally, at home with my people. I'm not built for what comes next. In my life, thus far, what … Continue reading Not Built for What Comes Next
I have always found numbers more thorny than letters. Time makes very little practical sense to my brain, and I often forget how old I am. Numbers are, in many ways, something I actively avoid. But I think they may be the only thing that can convince some Americans to change behavior now and for … Continue reading Math is Hard
In the worst ways. I was strangely built for times like these. For isolation and hibernation. For keeping close ones close and far ones further. For creating plans that may never be needed. For constant vigilance. These are the things my anxiety wants. These are the things my anxiety has wanted for as long as … Continue reading Built for Times Like These