Sometimes I feel like I just started this blog. Then I look back and am like OMG HOW HAS 5 YEARS PASSED ALREADY Same thing happens with my friends’ kids. Like OMG COLLEGE WHAT and YOU WERE JUST A BABY WHY ARE YOU TAKING THE BUS ON YOUR OWN and other reactions of that nature.Continue reading “Time Goes Way Too Fast”
This seems like the obvious of obvious. Particularly for a writer and avid reader. But I have about 12 books that I literally don’t want to finish – some I’m only halfway through. It’s not because I don’t like them, either – quite the opposite! I don’t want to finish them because then the storyContinue reading “Janus Gift #4 – Finish Reading Things”
One of the disadvantages of the digital world is that the content normally consigned to diaries and journals is now something that can be put out into the world for consumption by anyone. As someone who wrote diaries and journals avidly before my age hit double digits, I started putting my thoughts out in publicContinue reading “Janus Gift #2 – Reclaim Journaling”
Many people have said all the things about this guy, better than I could. But there’s one aspect to Stan I haven’t seen mentioned explicitly yet, and want to get my take out there. What always amazed me about Stan was how many amazing, sympathetic characters he created in collaboration with other creatives. I oftenContinue reading “RIP Stan Lee”
I’m shaken. Tearing up. I thought she had more time. Thank you, wonderful soul, for Arha/Tenar: “A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were saltContinue reading “RIP Ursula K. Le Guin”
…but for some reason I can’t do it here. So this is a note to say that I’ve been developing a “writing every day” habit, which even at my most intense during college I never achieved. Keeping all fingers and paws crossed I can keep it going!
For these breaths, a gift: This moment in time, see Your enraged heartbeat for what it is – A steady flowing forward.
The flutter of struggling wings must have stirred the dust Or flocked your windows with pollen. How else did you not see Things were changing all along. We were all suffering. We didn’t forget you. We only wanted the liberty to grow alongside — You are the ones who rejected us. For hundreds of yearsContinue reading “Poetry: Poem Untitled”