Obligation. This word itches at my ears lately. What is my obligation to society in all these shared public media spaces we now inhabit? And what is my obligation to …
Box. Smash.
Oh sweet Jesus, I’m tired of the boxes they try to put me in. And the boxes I try to put me in. Athlete Intellectual Mother Veteran Woman Writer Boxboxboxboxboxfuckingbox. …
The Invisible Parade
I am a walking collection of coping mechanisms. We all are. Not one of us gets through life in a inviolate state. Click To Tweet It just seems that way …
Turn Around and Listen to the Pain
Pain is always stronger than whiskey. It’s stronger than the barbell, too. And the dumbbell and the treadmill and the trail and the bike and yoga and every way you …
You Have Choices
We go to Costco in the hour before closing. The tasting stands are gone. The crowds have thinned. The cashiers look tired. It’s perfect. In and out. I don’t even …
Don’t Die on the Shore
“The only real question is not one of winning or losing, but of experiencing life with an ever-increasing depth. The storyteller says, ‘Why not go down, at home or at …
Grammar and the Inanity of Serving Rules
Clarity is the purpose of grammar. There is a purpose to grammar. There are reasons for the rules. And if there are reasons for the rules, then there are also …
There’s a Better Option Than Hiding in the Bathroom
It’s the holidays. Families gather. Everyone smiles, for a while. Then, often, old hurts or patterns emerge. You find yourself thinking, “Why am I even here?” But you know what? …
The Importance of Speaking Clearly
I had a lisp until I was about eight years old. Baseball was baathball. Cats were catths. You know the rest. Words didn’t come out right. In the second grade, …
Stop Fighting the Moment
Pain is teaching you a lesson. Listen. Your tears are telling you that you care. Hear. Your anger is revealing your fear to you. See. Stop fighting the moment. Sink …