I write because I have to keep talking to you. Because I want to meet you again - out of time, out of memory.I want to be surprised by you again, to be drawn into your story.I want to be curious about you again.I want to hear you, and feel heard.I want to unravel you, … Continue reading I write so that we can meet again
I'm not writing to fix myself, I'm writing to fuck myself up.
I really am good at going silent. I think of things constantly that I could bring here, write about, poeticize, eulogize. But I don't, because here's the thing - I wrote a book. More specifically, I wrote a book while living with an incurable chronic illness that's slowly eroding away at my energy level. (I … Continue reading I made a thing.
I wanted to write this around the time I turned 40 earlier this year, but then...world disruption ensued, and it didn't seem quite right. But here it is, and it's very simple - I've cultivated a quiet life, and it's absolutely everything I wanted it to be. There are those who have tried to convince … Continue reading On silence and contentment
They say art reflects life, and the older I get, the more I turn to it and see within the very same lessons that I've learned, or am grappling with myself. I realized recently that there's a reason why two of my favorite books are The Great Gatsby and Love in the Time of Cholera. … Continue reading When the narrative just won’t evolve
Last night as I drove home from my writing class, there was a gentle, lackadaisical snow falling in Denver. The restaurant and microbrewery patios were empty. The homeless had taken shelter somewhere - at least I hope they did - as the temperature dropped. Less people roamed the sidewalks. It was quiet, in that beautiful … Continue reading What it feels like to shiver
I got into a two year intensive writing program for people writing books - fiction and non-fiction, though mine is fiction. Emotions are high - I'm excited, I'm terrified, I'm confident, I'm plagued with self-doubt. The word of the week is vacillation. I knew I wanted to do this, but I didn't know how much … Continue reading Writing program!
There's a book I come back to periodically throughout my life - a strange piece of Scottish literature called The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie. I encountered this book when I was quite young. I didn't completely understand it the first time I read it, but it stuck with me. The main character, Jean Brodie, … Continue reading Prime
I've been contemplating a bit why people who have chronic invisible illnesses really hate being told that we don't look sick. It's about performance. It's about identity, and how we perform those identities. I have a chronic illness. I have an immune system that's gone haywire. It can't be fixed, it can only be managed. … Continue reading The role I never wanted to play