"Experience school the way it is," I say for the thousandth time. "Not the way you think it ought to be. Not the way you want it to be. The way it is." In our home, we are experiencing a lot of change. With thanksgiving and gratitude, we are not experiencing actual illness. But every … Continue reading The Way It Is
So normal is not a thing. It never has been, really. But we liked to think of the way things were as normal. There is how we behave today. Today we keep our distance. Today we wash our hands. Today we exorcise our demons through ethical dilemmas over whether to order grocery delivery. Oklahoma City … Continue reading Chasing Accidental Art
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