I thought “Oh My God” was an indictment of God. Then I learned it was sung by Christians. I still sing along today, though I’m not sure I hear it the same.
Tag: musings
One Hundred Posts, Still Unfinished
100 blog posts, 1 published memoir, and an impressive collection of thoughts about things I still haven’t figured out.
For As Long As: Trust Without Sight, Again
How do I decide what love requires when our interests can’t be separated, when she can’t tell me what she wants, and when either decision is irreversible?
Saved to Favorites: Wear Sunscreen
I saved the advice, forgot the advice, then lived long enough to understand why I’d saved it in the first place. Turns out knowing a thing and believing it are nowhere near the same.
The Warped Mirror We Inherit
One generation drinks. The next explains the drinking. The next explains the explaining. Everybody feels more evolved, and somehow the family’s still f-ed up.
The Lost Art of Being a Beginner
You’re allowed to be bad at writing. I’ve been writing for 24 years and still feel like I’m learning how to hold the pen properly. Maybe that’s the point.
The Advice Her Life Never Meant to Give
I admire my momma for the life she built for us, even as I question how to honor her love without making her total sacrifice my only blueprint for motherhood.
Scarcity Theater: What Was Never Mine to Fix
There’s a point in grief where reflection curdles into rumination. The what-ifs look like insight, but most of the time they’re just guilt in disguise.
The Thirsty Elephant Problem: Am I Selfish?
Paralysis isn’t solidarity. Being Bothered from a place of safety isn’t the same as doing something useful. Anguish isn’t participation. Collapse isn’t virtue.
Reluctant Scribe: A Job No One Wants You To Do
Every family has a reluctant scribe. If you’re reading this, there’s a chance it’s you. I tried not to be, but my memory’s sticky & my sense of pattern acute.