PinnedAn Affirmation for When the World is Too MuchSometimes, it all feels like too much.Jun 6, 2022A response icon2Jun 6, 2022A response icon2
PinnedPublished inHuman PartsI’m a Lost Girl of ADHDThis was my inner voiceFeb 12, 2021A response icon58Feb 12, 2021A response icon58
PinnedPublished inP.S. I Love YouI Wish I’d Known I Didn’t Have to Abandon Myself to be a Good MotherIn my darkest moments, I imagined an alternate life in which I’d never chosen motherhood.Jan 18, 2021A response icon8Jan 18, 2021A response icon8
PinnedPublished inP.S. I Love YouI Threw Screen Time Limits Out the Window in 2020, and My Kids Are OkayThe truth is, most of us are plodding along, doing the best we canJan 14, 2021A response icon9Jan 14, 2021A response icon9
The Biggest Mistake I Made as a Professional WriterAs I prepare to shop my first memoir to agents, I’ve realized I’ve made one significant mistakeApr 28, 2021A response icon1Apr 28, 2021A response icon1
Writing the Waves of GriefWriting connected me to my gone brother, who suddenly seemed to be both nowhere and everywhere.Apr 28, 2021A response icon1Apr 28, 2021A response icon1
The Questions That Haunt Us When a Friend Dies YoungWe were sensitive, longing, trying to strip ourselves of what our small town made us. You were like me, but streaked with light.Apr 26, 2021Apr 26, 2021
Excavations: Struggling for Our Stories in a Pandemic and a PatriarchyWhat happens when our stories become overgrown, covered in silt, begging for breath?Apr 26, 2021A response icon2Apr 26, 2021A response icon2
The Shape of GriefIn those early hours of shock, I envisioned an empty space dangling between two worlds — Before and After.Mar 30, 2021A response icon2Mar 30, 2021A response icon2
Our Bodies Remember: Reflecting on a Year of Covid and Other Difficult AnniversariesIn the Maine suburb where I live, the hours of sunlight are stretching. The light crust of snow from winter is melting. Each day, when I…Mar 12, 2021A response icon9Mar 12, 2021A response icon9