It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada. You know, that time of year when we force ourselves to go be with a bunch of people, eat a ton of a food, and go around the table saying what we’re thankful for. Needless to say (but I’m going to say it anyway), Thanksgiving is a problematic holiday forContinue reading “on gratitude and grief”
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liminal space
My marriage is ending. And we all need to carry on. Here’s how I exist in a liminal space.
when life hits you with a hammer
We’ve all been emotionally hit with the butt-end of a wood-chopping axe. But we know that that’s not the end of the story.
let your heaviness be heavy
When heavy times come, here’s how I cope.
if you want to be successful, kill your ego
Last week, I found out I won first round of a writing contest I entered. I was completely floored. Right after I got the results from my first story, I had to jump right in to the next round. It would have been easy to have entered the second round with a butt-ton of hubris.Continue reading “if you want to be successful, kill your ego”
how to keep your failures from piling up
If you try, you will fail: guaranteed. But you don’t have to let your failures pile up.
you’re not uninspired; you’re exhausted
Feeling guilty for being less productive than you had hoped? Try not to worry. Here’s how.
in desperate praise of libraries
Nothing hit me as hard during the Covid lockdown as the libraries closing. Today I stepped foot inside a library for the first time. I was overwhelmed.
on motherhood and “mushroom work”
Yes, I used a gendered term on purpose. It seems that in every article about “motherhood,” folks respond with, “what about dads?!” and, “that’s sexist!” I’ll tell you what’s sexist: women have the lowest labor participation rate since the fucking ’80s. Women have shouldered the overwhelming majority of childcare since the quarantine started. Moms areContinue reading “on motherhood and “mushroom work””
writing through the blues
I’ve had depression and anxiety all my life. Here’s how I write through my blues.