I Can’t Sit Still, But When I Write,—

I can’t sit still, but when I write, When I write, I lose track of time, and space. The numbers on the clock rotate and I fall out of the month, outside of the place, out the person. Sometimes I lose an entire day, lost in ten thousand words of a story, one word...

Have A Point of View

In our fear of being wrong, or looking stupid, or losing out on opportunities — we waffle. We waver. We fail to make decisions. We try to make decisions that leave all the options open. We’ll try it all, rather than pick a single dish. We’ll date as many...

I Don’t Want To Be Good At This

Sometimes we get really good at things in life that we have no interest in being good at. Today began as some of the less fun pregnancy days have begun — I woke up at 3am, my stomach hurting, my mouth dry, thirsty, but scared to drink water — afraid that if I drank...

He Chose You

Some mornings I wake up around 4 or 5, either because I have to pee, or because the baby is kicking me. I have been having a hard time falling back asleep after I wake up, so I started going to morning yoga early in the day. Figured I might as well calm my mind and...

The Necessity of Darkness

I popped out of bed this morning and thought to myself, boy, it’s really dark outside. Usually I pull the curtains back and there’s at least a tiny bit of light. I’m an early riser, and naturally wake up around 6AM, give or take when I get to sleep. This morning at...

Little Quips on This Not-So-Little Pregnancy

This is post #5 in my month-long writing challenge. Join me here. I find pregnancy to be quite weird. My body has taken over. It’s running a long-embedded script I didn’t know I had inside of me. I’ve taken to writing short bits on twitter under the hashtag...