seven months

The date took me by surprise today. I was scribbling down my schedule--I travel so much these days, it’s hard to keep the days straight--when I realized I’d forgotten what the day was. Grief is funny like that. It’s taken seven months, but here I am, finally at the point where it’s no longer piercing … Continue reading seven months

how I am

"How are you?" This is a dangerous question, today. On the way to work, my knuckles, already OCD-torn, cracked and bleeding, are white with strain. I pinch my nose. I do all the things I know to keep my mascara on my eyelashes, not all over my face. It isn't easy, because today marks exactly … Continue reading how I am

Marching on

Happy March. From what I can tell driving around the countryside, it seems spring is on the way. Updates have been a bit slow as I am now part of a delivery team driving freight all over the continental US. I edit, I drive, and I try to stay on top of the rest of … Continue reading Marching on

Stigma

Many months have passed since the last blog post. I usually try to find something to say at least once a month, but May, June, and July passed in silence. What is there to say on a public platform when it's all intensely personal? There are certain things that are acceptable to talk about as … Continue reading Stigma