Can I Still Do Hard Things?
“Can I still do hard things?” This question haunts me in my 30s as I struggle to work full time,
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I just wanted to send a quick note to my close inner circle of supporters here on substack
Are you locked in a cage of your own choosing?
“And that as the Internet grows, and as our ability to be linked up, like—I mean, you and I
"My mama dead, my grandmama dead"
You know, I am honest with myself. Sometimes it takes a while to get there, but I do end up
Have you seen a shuttered store lately?
I sat next to the bath tub and watched juniper flopping around with absolute bliss in the water. Her hazel
Am I just like the guy screaming into traffic?
Ok, what’s the score? Well, I have cleaned poop out of my toddler’s underwear with the bidet attachment
I rode my bike until I didn't feel angry
I wasn’t even gonna write this week. I swear to you that after one year and one month of
I Am Sleepy Time Bear in a Meadow
I feel possessed by a past version of myself. It’s a version of me that craved slow, deliberate motions
"Reason Tatters"
I have been so tired this week. When I say so tired, I mean like draggggging my elbows, forearms, backs
The Season of the Ouroboros
I come to this weekly practice every week doubt-stricken, fumbling to render visible the incredible bevy of feelings that