The photo was taken by my father after I was sick of seeing him and my brother working outside shirtless and decided I wanted to be outside shirtless. I was born a feminist (thanks Mom).
Like the snow laden branches of the white pines rooted in my mom’s property, I’ve felt worry, doubt, unacted hope—many snowflakes—overwhelm me to a drooped stupor. For several seasons, I lived through the snow and waited for glimpses of sun. I shaded the deeper parts of myself, so those snowflakes remained while I thought IContinue reading “Let’s Be Trees”
Sometimes I feel at war with myself, but I know that’s not how I should feel. War within the self is a confusing paradox. It has to be civil war since it’s all within the same body, but it seems impossible to be at a war with oneself when you can’t live with an uncrossableContinue reading “Fester Factor”
When I was younger and told my play space was too dirty (usually you couldn’t walk in it), I’d grab armfuls of toys off the ground and pack up boxes to put them above the garage because that was where all the surplus crap went. I never looked at those toys again, yet we keptContinue reading “Consolidating the Home & Mind”
Quite a few events have occurred in my life over this year, and I’m confident we all could say that. I think the toughest part, perhaps you can agree, is not the events themselves, but the mentality that precedes and ensues each event. I entered 2020 feeling heavy with the weight the impending graduation, jobContinue reading “A Year for Positivity”