Fourteen

I haven’t felt much like writing this year. This blog, my book draft, other attempts at deep thoughts on digital paper — all of them seem to require the same amount of energy as carrying a full laundry bag down ten blocks. But I still feel compelled to recognize my Alive Day. It’s my annual reminder to stop and think about how happy I am to be here.

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Be good to yourself

I still can’t seem to get the right words together for how I feel about This New Normal. Like other strange and scary times I’ve been through, I probably won’t make sense of any of my feelings until months or even years from now. In this moment, I will try to just be grateful for all the blessings I have — I’m healthy, my whole family is healthy, I’m employed, I live with a loving partner — and try not to overthink the fact that my brain feels like the static fuzz of an old TV. And let’s not dive too deep into my psyche anyway, because I cracked open this blog today to tell you about Johnnie Frierson.

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