I’ve officially discovered a new limit for my body, and it’s depressing me. Apparently I can no longer handle the labor of love that is making eggplant parmigiana. This is … Continue reading Limits.
Tag: truth
Seven lies (and two truths) my father told me.
In a sense, the term “lies” seems a bit strong, as for the most part, what this list entails is pretty harmless. But sugarcoating any of it by calling them … Continue reading Seven lies (and two truths) my father told me.
Angry.
I fucking hate Mother’s Day. There. I said it. My mother is a toxic narcissist who fucked my brother and I up in more ways than I can count. I’ve … Continue reading Angry.
Mia Famiglia.
In my Facebook memories for today, there was a post I’d shared several years ago that talked about grief. The quote was allegedly from someone named Jamie Anderson, and the … Continue reading Mia Famiglia.
Remember who you are.
I got a new tattoo today, one that holds great meaning for me. It feels like rather a lot to explain in a blog post, but what I’d like to … Continue reading Remember who you are.
Somatic validation.
I bring you a small break from the crushing despair and horror and anxiety we Americans are currently enduring to share a great experience I had recently. It’s been months … Continue reading Somatic validation.
Is empathy a form of neurodivergence?
Asking for a friend… There’s been a lot of attention drawn lately to what neurodivergence means, what it looks like, what it is (and is not), and what allowances we … Continue reading Is empathy a form of neurodivergence?
Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
I have a dream where the irony is not lost on people that on a day honoring Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy of fighting for civil rights and equality for … Continue reading Dream. (TW: mentions of terrorism, rape, graphic violence)
Everything.
Dearest daughter. I want to tell you everything. Everything that came before you. Everything that came to be you, from my side at least. I want you to know more … Continue reading Everything.
The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Some of you may recall a post I’d shared recently about a very special sweater I’ve had for ages that I’d discovered had gone missing. I mourned the loss of … Continue reading The Great Sweater Caper, and Other Mysterious Thought Patterns.
Journeys in the Dark 