Fumbling in the Dark

Every morning—on mornings I am a good writer and not a bad writer—I wake up while it's still dark and while my other half is still sleeping. I climb out of the loft bed to turn off the alarm—every morning expecting to fall off the ladder, and every morning somehow just inches short of falling … Continue reading Fumbling in the Dark

Home?

I was talking to a coworker the other day and the town of Woodstock, NY, came up and I said, "You know that's where I'm from, right?" But that's a funny thing for me to say. Because, really, Woodstock is just the last place I lived with my family before I went off to college … Continue reading Home?

Terrible Week of Fakeness, Wackness, Slacking, Dodging Umbrellas, Sleeping In

This was not a good week. My exhaustion followed me everywhere, forced me to sleep in, walked with me to work, made my eyes and limbs heavy, my brain a static-filled TV on mute. Tired physically. Tired mentally. Tired of the fake hellos and the shoulds and the shouldn'ts and the people who cannot be … Continue reading Terrible Week of Fakeness, Wackness, Slacking, Dodging Umbrellas, Sleeping In