winter sun
I know you need renewal but it is not time, love.
Category: Things I Just Need To Write
the things that we are not
We are not the sum total of our mistakes. We are not defined by the skills that we lack. We are complex. We have skills and we have weaknesses. We make good choices and we make questionable ones. And all of it weaves together to make us beautifully, deliciously, amazingly and wholly imperfectly perfectly human.
The things
Some things I can’t write about. Because how do you find the words to describe what it’s like to lie awake with a newborn, feeding, changing, patting, singing, cooing, vigilantly watching? To know that you are the most important thing in this creature’s existence, you are their all, their everything? How do you describe the […]
hang on
Sometimes all you can do is hang on. And that’s ok. Hanging on can be your one job for now. The world needs you, even when you don’t see it.
too big
Some days, I find comfort in words. Choosing them, arranging them, seeing how they reflect what’s going on inside my brain. Often, I find myself writing something one day and reading it another day and asking myself who on earth wrote that? Because I’m not eloquent. I don’t choose words that carefully. It couldn’t be […]
Penicillin vs Erythromycin
Consider the following statement: ‘Penicillin has been scientifically proven to be better than Erythromycin in most cases. Approximately 3% of the population is unable to take Penicillin, although many people believe that they cannot. There are many risks associated with taking Erythromycin. People who choose Erythromycin over Penicillin need to be fully aware of the […]
affected
Around my ‘tween years, my dad became involved in the planning, building, and birth of a housing co-op. I spent summers here until I was 11, when my sister and I moved in with him full time. My dad was an aging hippy, and many of the other co-op board members were too. The co-op was filled with an eclectic mix of creative types: musicians, artists, photographers, crusaders. There was drama, and at times it was a bit too close-knit of a community, but for the most part, it was a pretty cool place to live.
he wanted to play bingo
The class was playing bingo. It was French, and he didn’t know the words, but it didn’t matter. He knew the alphabet, so when she wrote the words on the board, he could visually match them to the ones on the playing card.