Wednesday, May 11, 2016


Wearing:  Leggings as pants and my new jort overalls.

Watching:  ...April Kepner ruin yet another season of Grey's Anatomy with her oh-so-predictable pregnancy story line and whiny attitude.

Reading:  How To Win Friends and Influence People - I haven't learned anything yet so don't get your hopes up that I'll suddenly be more friendly.

Wanting:  A boyfriend that isn't self-absorbed and/or abusive in any way. Are they out there?

Listening: So much Brandi Carlile.

Creating:  I've been drawing plus sized naked women in my sketchbook lately. I'm not sure why. 

Battling:  My weight (at a plateau.) And my concept of what my life should look like right now. Mother's Day was this weekend, and it was the worst one yet, which surprised me out of nowhere.

Eating:  Not meat. Best decision I've ever made. Lots of radishes and black bean burgers lately.

Drinking:  Water and coffee and the occasional alcoholic root beer.

Loving:  Fresh spring produce. Elephants. Cows (they have such pretty eyelashes!) Tinted lip balm. Yoga. Living by my own rules.

Looking forward to:  Going back to Savannah for the first time in a couple years. My soul is so happy there.

Friday, April 29, 2016

That woman, so far away

I am so far away from that woman now-- the woman who stood in waiting rooms at 6:45 AM to have blood drawn. The woman who gave herself injections night after night in hopes of creating life. The woman who told time by the months instead of the minutes. The woman who thought a baby was the next step. She wanted to be a mother more than anything in this world.

It's National Infertility Awareness Week, and I feel like I'd be betraying my sisters-in-arms if I didn't say something about that struggle. It changed me. It rocked my entire life when my (now ex-) husband and I couldn't seem to make a baby no matter what. The money we spent. The tears I cried. The baby announcements and gender reveal parties all over Facebook. The feeling that I was less than a woman because I couldn't do "the one job I was born to do."

I felt my worth diminish-- as a human, as a wife. Things that I loved about myself disappeared, shrouded by this one thing I hated. My marriage unraveled. My emotional state crumbled. Looking back on photos, I realize now that my face even began to change. I withdrew from friends and family to avoid their questions. I had no answers for them, because their questions were a lot like my own.

Why is this happening?
Why am I not good enough?
Why not me?

And here I am, many years later. I'm single now, healthier, happier, more in control. Life has turned out to be both horribly cruel and pleasantly surprising. I remember that woman I was, and I remember her fear and uncertainty and rage. I wait, still, for the day that motherhood will grab me by the collar and pull me in. I wait to find someone with whom I will build my family. I remember the community of women who closed in around me and showered me with support and safety in the middle of the worst natural disaster I ever survived.

This one's for you, girls.
I'm not in that place anymore, but I see you.
And I remember.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

My privileged American life

Listen, I feel really helpless, too.

Beyonce released her new hour-long music video, Lemonade, and I don't know if I'm even allowed to like it, because I'm white and I don't understand her struggles as a black woman first-hand. But I'm learning through her, and through the conversation created by her amazing art, and I hope that I'll be able to make the world a better place with what I'm hearing and seeing and experiencing. I think she'd be okay with that. I think she'd be proud of that.

People are literally fighting about bathrooms right now-- about who can go into which bathroom. The horrible things I've heard people say about the transgender community literally makes my stomach turn. How lucky I am to be a cis-gendered, straight, white American female. I have never experienced struggle like the LGBTQ community has, and that's more of a reason for me to fight for their rights. I want these amazing, intelligent, strong, passionate, creative people to be able to have the same rights I was afforded at birth. If that means I have to be a tiny bit uncomfortable so they can experience even the slightest bit of comfort, I'm willing.

For the first time in my whole life, I have hope for my country because of Senator Bernie Sanders. I feel like my opinion matters and that I'm actually represented by someone who has my interests at heart. And he's probably going to lose the nomination, which bums me out and makes me feel totally hopeless. It's like living inside a vase and not wanting to see the cracks. I'd like to think they aren't there, but when Trump and Clinton are going head-to-head in the US presidential election, it will be proof that no one matters but big corporations and people with money. The rest of us? We're left to do the important work of making sure our transgendered friends can pee in peace and providing coats and hot meals for homeless veterans. All those cracks need gluing, and the big-bucks politicians won't do it. We are the ones that will need to change the dialogue about race and the rights of women because no one cares otherwise. If Bernie has taught this world anything during his campaign, it's that a bunch of little people with strong convictions can rally together and make amazing things happen for those around us.

I want to believe that the world isn't as big and scary as it feels. I want for this generation of "horrible millennials" to do something to continue to bridge the gap between the us and them mentality in this country. I want to care about the violence and poverty in other countries without being told that I'm un-American or unpatriotic. I want those who struggle with mental health issues to be able to receive care from a professional without having to starve while they do it. I want women to be able to make choices about their own bodies without being slut shamed or scolded. I want politicians to do what they say they'll do, and I want someone to hold them accountable when they don't. I want student loans to be manageable and starting wages to be livable. I want the Kardashians and Kanye to do something that benefits someone else for once. I want people to give a shit about animals and the environment, and I want to meet a boy with a beard who will bring me peonies and love me for who I am.

Maybe I'm an idealist, but I never ever want to lose that part of me that believes the world is capable of being a beautiful and better place.

Because it can.

Friday, April 15, 2016


Sometimes I wonder why I didn't become a speech pathologist. I should have been a speech pathologist.

Monday, March 28, 2016

On Easter

Yesterday I was thinking about how much I missed the pomp of dressing up for Easter church. But I think I just miss believing in something.

I wish I could. It was easier to explain monumental happenings with kitschy platitudes.