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I’ve been sitting down to write about what I’ve been consuming media wise and immediately waxing into the most dramatic options possible- so that means it’s time for me to lighten things up and let some of these burdens go. What an absolute pressure cooker of a summer, my head has been pounding with new changes and developments to my routines surrounding creativity and self expression. Even as I sit here, I’ve been awake all night with nightmares and waking up to the now-fami

Every now and then, stories come along that are so perfectly timed we feel they must be uniquely gifted to our particular circumstances. Such was the case when I first stood at the bookstore and put my hands on “If You’re Seeing This, It’s Meant For You” by Leigh Stein. I’ll admit to being baited by the title, which can always turn my head as someone who personally has spent quite a good deal of time conducting divinatory services for chat. We all want a custom message just f

Reader, I have been on an absolute tear through books this week. Beyond cleaning up my headspace and doing my best to adhere to a really excellent daily regimen, I have been diving into my books like never before. As a result, I’m reading at a pace much more akin to that I used when I was a teenager- and the proof is in the fact we have a second post going up this week. When I first started Wolf Worm by T. Kingfisher, I’ll admit, I did not have high hopes. In the years prio

It’s so rare these days that I get to devour an entire book whole in a few sittings. Normally, my reading material is laborious and feels much like strength training for my mind- however this time something finally broke. There have been numerous weeks now of internal crisis brewing within me about all sectors simultaneously that have included a wasp infestation in the house and yard, and while I have conquered my phobia and am quite proud of that fact now- it has been a grea

There has been a very strong momentum driving me towards balance in all areas of life recently. Whether observed through cleaning out friendships that were no longer aligned with my goals, clarifying my desires towards a more inclusive and leftist community, or in paying more attention to the content that I am consuming and the thoughts traveling through my brain- this time period has been littered with an intentional scrubbing. In spite of the deep clean, I am moving gently

(image credit: Tammy Kellogg O'Connell) The home I grew up in was encased in quiet violence, a place where the floors creak at night and specters walked on the same eggshells I did just to survive it. There are broken memories of hiding from my father every day in terror of some unspoken threat from my mother that never materialized since he was not a truly Bad Man but a normal human one fed up with disorder. In my childhood, the big light was always on, it was inconvenient

Last night I was up far too late with a piping mug of pennyroyal tea feeling every ounce as gross as you could physically imagine from my medication’s side effects, and in that fog I cooked up at least ten drafts of this post that sounded as though treatment for my diabetes had never occurred. What precisely the issue is with writing at present, I will never understand, since it feels as though I have a hundred ideas and books I could draw from at a given time- and yet when I

The View From Where I Was In the process of trying to write this post, the text you’re reading has gone through no less than one hundred drafts. It has easily been 15 years since I first bought Kate Morton’s novel The Distant Hours, and it remains one of my favorite stories of all time due to its cozy tone as an ode to creativity and solitude.The pages slid by much more quickly in those days than they tend to now, since I had no one and nowhere else to be but a suffering tee