How does one write a second book exactly? Non-rhetorical. It seems that I operate on a cycle of making babies every two years, some in human form and some in book form. Now my second child is here and we've found a sorta groove, I have that second book knocking on my brain. But, I'm... Continue Reading →
It took me a long time to call myself a writer. It felt presumptuous for a number of reasons, and I harbored a real imposter syndrome for a long time. Now that I write and have done for enough time that the writer identity feels fully integrated along with all my other selves, a rule... Continue Reading →
Social media has a lot of issues, but I've managed to harness what's good about it to help my anxiety and bring more levity and fun into my daily life.
Reaching out for support does not come naturally or easily to me. There is such pressure on women in general, moms in particular, to hold it together & take care of others beyond the limits of healthy capacity, no matter what.
I cannot remember the last time I went out alone purely for the enjoyment of my own company. So I took myself on a date.