Writing and parenting have more in common than I ever expected—both messy, uncertain, and full of moments where all you can do is show up and try your best.
Tag: writing
Dear Me (but shorter, younger, with more scabs, and a love of cheese)
A letter to the kid I used to be—and still carry with me.
The Art of Doing Nothing (Badly)
For anyone who’s ever tried to relax and accidentally started a home project instead.
The Last Good Hill
Something is coming—something no roar can stop.
I Speak Best in Ink
I’m not easy to know. But if you’re still reading, that’s a start.
While You Dream
Your toes peek from the blanket, still and small. I sit quietly, tea forgotten, watching you travel someplace I can never go...
Per My Last Sip
By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
The Last Walk
In memory of our sweet Lila.
Through the Doubt
Some days I feel like I am an imposter...
We Never Really Grow Up (We Just Learn to Sit Still at Funerals)
They say we grow up. That at some point, somewhere between learning how to fold a fitted sheet and choosing salad over fries, we become adults. I’d like to state, for the record, that this is nonsense...
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