This week, I took my kids camping. By myself. For the first time ever on my own. When my marriage ended, I didn’t take any of the camping supplies because they were all at the back of the basement and because I didn’t have the energy to dig through it. And I didn’t want toContinue reading “healing pains”
Tag Archives: covid
opening up
Query update: Sorry. Nothing yet. I know I said soon– it’s coming. I promise. OMG, you guys. Yesterday, I went to a restaurant. Like, a real restaurant, with people and tables and menus. Inside the restaurant, even. And get this: I didn’t wear a mask. I looked around, and none of the other customers wereContinue reading “opening up”
cursed sandwiches & pandemic parenthood
Query update: It’s bad. Got another two rejections this week. Sigh. Feedback from my editor due next week, so I’m hoping for my seventh wind. Schools are out again, and my kids have both been exposed to a Covid case, so we are on quarantine. In my 800 sq ft apartment. In spring. So, yeah.Continue reading “cursed sandwiches & pandemic parenthood”
the space between
No query updates: everything’s the same. I’ll soon have a fancy new query letter that’ll be ready for the world (and agents, mostly) to see. But for now, everything’s the same and nobody wants my story yet. Anyway, here we are. And by here I mean: on lockdown. Again. Our third wave of Covid hasContinue reading “the space between”
not broken just bent
No query updates this week, sorry. I don’t have the spoons for it. It’s not good, though. Got another rejection this week. A nice one. So, silver lining. Also, I fully stole this title from that P!nk song, which I love (except for the super-blatant gaslighting: the male singer literally says, “It’s all in yourContinue reading “not broken just bent”
the unbearable heaviness of covid
Sometimes I wonder why I’m struggling. Then I remember that we are seventeen thousand months into a massive global pandemic, with no end in sight. And now there’s a new baby pandemic that is breaking off from the first one, and is a million times worse. It’s bad. And although we can be grateful thatContinue reading “the unbearable heaviness of covid”
everything is terrible and nothing is okay
People are dying of Covid around the world. ICU’s are being overwhelmed. And this morning, I heard about a 10-year-old who died from Covid a couple of provinces over from me. Shit’s getting really real. And all of the support structures we’ve so carefully set up in our lives are now kaput. Everyone we wouldContinue reading “everything is terrible and nothing is okay”
you’re not uninspired; you’re exhausted
Feeling guilty for being less productive than you had hoped? Try not to worry. Here’s how.
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””