Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
Growing up, I was always afraid of being seen as shallow. I was afraid of being judged for liking pretty things, for wanting to present myself in a certain way. I was afraid that I wouldn't be taken seriously. And as a twelve-year-old girl, I desperately needed people to take me seriously. So I adopted... Continue Reading →
I've spent about seven years avoiding the fact that I have anxiety. I've always known that I was a cautious person - I like to observe situations before engaging in them. I've always known that I was very shy - I used to make my mother order my sandwiches when we went to a lunch counter... Continue Reading →
In which I philosophize about hair.
Note: For Context on today's post check out Confessions of a Ghost When something ends, the tendency is to think back to the beginning, to follow all the steps that brought you to failure, to wonder which were missteps, how you could have done better, how your instincts could have been so wrong. I've been second... Continue Reading →
Edit: this is part one of a series I'll be writing on some recent personal growth. I realized I needed to present the context for the rest of the series. A quick Google search for ghosting pulls up the following definition: "the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation... Continue Reading →
I once spent a week organizing seed beads by color. My box had been tipped over during a move, and everything had gotten mixed up, so I sat down with a pair of tweezers and sorted them out one by one until I'd organized all the beads by ROYGBIV. I don't remember finding it tedious. It was something... Continue Reading →
I crouch as low as I can without sitting on the rain-slick ground, photographing cobblestones and parquet floors. I lie flat on my back in a flagstone courtyard trying to capture the majesty of a tower. I stretch my arms above my head and stand on tiptoes: how else can a capture the sheer scale... Continue Reading →
We start with fear. Fear of missing the flight. Fear of being stopped at customs and being sent back to the states (Why? I don't know, but my fear can always think of a reason. Maybe it's the bag of airport trailmix I forgot to throw out. Maybe my doppleganger has been muck raking in... Continue Reading →
I didn't really sleep last night. I dozed off at a couple of points - I know this because I had a dream that I was having a really good hair day - but true sleep eluded me. There were many contributing factors to my insomnolant state: the highly caffinated tea I drank late in... Continue Reading →
The other day, my mother and I were procrastinating together by taking a lovely evening stroll through downtown Camden, Maine. We should have been packing to go to Jenny Brook Bluegrass Festival, but we didn't have much to do and neither of us could muster the focus to do it. So we went out and... Continue Reading →
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