Every parent has that moment. That story. The one they hope nobody ever finds out about. This is mine.
Tag: writing
Quietly Becoming Obsessed
I can’t seem to turn my brain off anymore.
My Son Has More Confidence Than I Ever Will
I reread emails five times wondering if I sound weird. Meanwhile this tiny man walks into rooms like he pays the mortgage, stares me down, refuses every request, and genuinely believes cruise ships belong to him.
It Started Small
I accidentally started writing something I can’t stop thinking about. Which is exciting. Slightly terrifying. But mostly exciting.
A Very Reasonable Amount of Thinking
I tried to relax. Then I spent the rest of the time evaluating whether I was doing it correctly, and what that says about me.
I Thought This Would Be Easier By Now
I don’t remember when I decided parenting would start to feel manageable...
Out of Office (Mentally First, Physically Soon)
There’s a stretch of time before a vacation where you stop being a fully reliable person. I’m in that stretch now.
He Left Anyway
Wrote a hero a quest. Also gave him bills, logistics, and a functioning society. Neither of us made it past the first sentence...
A Second Was Made
When Fort McMurray winters get this ridiculous, all you can do is watch the realm of Men build snow hills…and write a tale that might outlast the frost.
The Strange Kindness of Boring Days
I used to chase exciting days. Now I treasure the ones that just… work. What’s your “good day” lately?
