In 2019, I joined a 12 stories in 12 months challenge. Each month we are given a prompt and a word count and we build our stories from there. This is my first story. The prompt was “no one can know” and the word count is 1500. I’m tempted to point out all the things…
This is something I wrote about the shutdown. I didn’t post it at the time because I was so annoyed with everything having to do with the shutdown that my own piece annoyed me. Now that the shutdown is over, at least temporarily, I figured I’d put it out there. I think the point still…
Before I start, I want to acknowledge Anne Peterson’s piece How Millennials Became the Burnout Generation and Tiana Clark’s piece This is What Black Burnout Feels Like. This essay isn’t exactly a response to those writers, but reading their works helped me to finally focus this essay, which I’ve tried to write many times with…
Being a parent is hard. You’re literally responsible for another human being’s survival, but that’s not all. You also have to help them become a person- teach them about sharing, fairness, following the rules and listening to elders. Then you have to balance that against encouraging them to pursue their individuality, protect themselves, ask for…
A couple of years ago, I wrote a bunch of posts about dealing with depression. It was somewhat uncomfortable, but at the time, I couldn’t write about anything else. I’ve been dealing with another depressive episode for the past four-ish months. Only this time, I couldn’t get myself to write about it. In the past…
View Post I usually listen to music when I’m writing. It helps me drown out what’s going on around me, and can help me get into the right mood depending on the subject I’m writing about. I listened to a lot of music while writing this essay. These are the ten songs I came back…
I know this won’t be of interest to anyone else, but I was curious about how our blog did in 2018. So, I spent some time looking at statistics. Since I put in the work, I figured I’d write a little something about it. Overall, I think we had a pretty good year. According to…
Here’s my thirty-first December post. Only, technically, it’s a little late. I’m still going to count it though. As an insomniac, I’ve always had a rule that it’s not actually the next day until I’ve slept. It’s a way of getting something good out of insomnia. I get to be days younger than the calendar…
