It has been a season of songs on repeat, which I guess all seasons are for me, really. I read something about how people with anxiety rewatch the same shows because they know what to expect and how it will end and I don't know if that translates to music, maybe it's more of an... Continue Reading →
community
What I never expected to find during quarantine was community. The boys and I live in a second-floor apartment with a building on each side of ours and three additional buildings behind ours which are so close, all I can see from my office window are bricks. The courtyard between our building and the other... Continue Reading →
Chad
I spent today pushing my cart around Target, thinking about how I could put into words who Chad is when I got home. I was going to write twice: something long here and something short on my Instagram. But I started writing on IG and it turned long and then I had lost all my... Continue Reading →
working during coronavirus
I've been underemployed for awhile now. By awhile I mean over six years. As long as I've had Holden, I have either not worked or pieced together gigs intermittently. Last year, when Holden started Kindergarten, I thought for a second about getting an office job. But I wasn't willing to give up my slam poetry... Continue Reading →
hygge
It was Saturday night, the night of my latest noise complaint, that I was piecing together a puzzle while I listened to a CD and texting my sister about tea that I first learned the word hygge. The noise complaint was probably the result of my CD player being turned up loud so I could... Continue Reading →
with an empty wish
I've been watching this baby each morning and the two of us have found a rhythm now. It's been years since my children were babies but I remember now how hard it was to just have dinner made and be showered by 5:30 each evening. I remember again what it's like to take care of... Continue Reading →
rooms to tidy
If you're lucky in a life, you get the opportunity to reconstruct it. I am here, surveying my life. I am finding what to make better. I often do this in my home: look around the rooms, find what can be cleaned or tidied or consolidated or organized. Finally I am doing it in my... Continue Reading →
Q419 songs
Moved from sexy pop to slow emo somewhere. I'm a complex being. Soulfight – The RevivalistsThe Final Frame – Michael KiwanukaRiver – Leon BridgesKeep the Wolves Away – Uncle LuciusIn Good Trouble – India ArieWhen I Get My Hands on You – The New Basement TapesKansas City – The New Basement TapesTribulation – Matt MaesonThe... Continue Reading →
memento mori
Over the summer, I met with Kristen, my slam poetry co-coach and we mapped out our year. We talked about what we'd love to have our students write about. Both of us brought up mortality. We're a little morbid like that, asking high school students to write about the end of life. Kristen showed me... Continue Reading →
