Taking a Nice and Easy Day
Yesterday was a busy day. So was the day before. And the day before that. Life has been piling up. …
Yesterday was a busy day. So was the day before. And the day before that. Life has been piling up. …
Where am I losing energy? I ask myself this question a lot. I want to know what is draining me, …
My mother and I are walking together this morning. It’s already apparent that it’s a tough one for both of …
I crashed last weekend—exploding pain, unforgiving tiredness, the works. It was particularly disappointing because I had been starting to feel …
Sometimes, I think I live only for the sighs of my little grey cat. I breathe solely for those moments …
I think I’ve probably written this here before, but I’ll say it again: I don’t like to talk about my …
One of the things I love about writing are the little gifts—the spontaneous pieces of wisdom—that sometimes arrive from seemingly …
Before I got sick in high school, I ran cross country and track. At the end of each season, there …
Some days, being part of the solution does not come easily. I am tired. I am scared. I am …
“This is the real work.”—my words to my mother as we sat the dining room table a few nights ago. …