I am wrong far more often than I’d like.
I make mistakes like it’s going out of style and have to take a really hard look at who I am at my core at least once a week.
It is tempting in this strange world we live in to judge and categorize all my experiences and decisions in a misguided—but well-intended—effort to make some sense of things.
Our country is a frightening place right now. People on both sides of the political spectrum are spewing hatred, desperate to be heard, understood, and acknowledged. Hate crime is on the rise and anyone who is not white and straight finds themselves in a place of uncertainty and fear. As a straight, white person, I see how privileged I am and my heart breaks for those who find themselves in a world that is not safe or welcoming.
oh, vast soul, whose only
worth is measured by
the body she’s been
It’s a tiny word–two letters packed full of power and boundaries and healing.
Why is it so difficult to say? Continue reading
It’s raining. Which I love. It rained all night and even thundered a bit now and then. So I’m sitting at my new desk with the window open listening to the rain and trying to sort through all the things I want to say. Also, I have coffee. That’s important.
Before we move forward, I think it’s important that you know about my desk.
In the past few months, I’ve been privileged to have a number of people in my life asking me this mentally and emotionally exhausting question: What do you need?
I haven’t been blogging for a reason. Or really, for a hundred different reasons that piled on top of each other until I was too exhausted to even try to pull something true out of myself and put it on paper.
Today is the day that I finish my Bachelor’s Degree in English: Creative Writing. I did all the actual work last week, but today is the last day of class.
Today is the day I am done.
I recently began participating in my first writer’s workshop. With little-to-no idea what to expect, I submitted my potentially crappy writing to someone who could tell me how exceptionally crappy it really is. To say I was nervous is a bit of an understatement.
In spite of the nerves, I knew I was ready. I’m at a time in my life when I don’t want to hear nice things unless they’re true. Some brutally constructive criticism is exactly what I was looking for–and that’s what I’ve found.
As you may have noticed, my website has changed a bit. It’s under construction because the time has come: I’m finally transitioning from a blog to an author website! It feels strange to be moving on from “The Girl Who Blogs”, but there’s a season for everything and “The Girl’s” time is up!