Mondays: Books & Death
I want to talk about books. But that means that first I have to talk about death. I have to tell you that I got really anxious about it...
Mondays: Catacombs
I had sinus surgery Friday. The discharge paperwork called it “septoplasty with bilateral submucouse resection inferior turbinate, and...
Mondays: Call Jane.
Freedom is complicated, isn’t it? A bit loaded at the back-end. Francis Scott Key owned slaves and opposed abolition when he wrote The...
Mondays: New but with more teeth
ARTWORK BY CHANEL MILLER I have started and re-started four times. My words are hot to the touch and poorly sized. I’ll just start...
Mondays: Lost in Space
Fisher and I joined the YMCA so that he can come with me and we can swim and he can shoot baskets while I get pumped. They have an...
Mondays: Pretty Ponies & Other People's Sad Songs
I skipped a week. I’m on summer break now, so I do what I want. Haha. That’s a joke. I’m a mom to a kid who plays 500 baseball games per...
Mondays: Savasana
My friend, Lori, is becoming a yogi. She lives on a lake, has two growing kids, and her mailbox is painted lavender. She’s teaching her...
Mondays: Let go. Begin again.
I missed the Super Flower Blood Moon last night, because I was sitting on my couch alternating between starting this post, writing an...
Mondays: Sloshy
My favorite thing I heard this week came from the C.R.E.A.T.E. Series podcast. Natalie quoted a friend: "Never hold another woman as...
Mondays: Easter Ammo
I ruined the Easter Bunny in the car ride home after my parents' Good Friday service. To be fair, he asked -- Fisher, I mean. My parents...
