Month: August 2026

I’ve been telling myself for years that it is okay to be who you are, but not show anyone. To live hiding in the dark. Existing in stolen moments at 3 am in a journal. It’s not. I’ve been scared of visibility. Scared of what I imagined was the unconscionable weight of inconveniencing people with…

Imagine it’s the second century C.E. You’re a Viking. You’ve been living with your family in a dirty long house for months and months on end. It’s late winter – the food stocks have long since run low, the hunger gnaws constantly in your belly, and the pathetic fire barely touches the constant cold that…

The raspberries are in. The bushes are heavy with beautiful red, juicy berries. And right underneath my raspberry bushes, under an innocent-looking pot, is a wasp nest (again). Our garage is full of wasp traps. There are at least four in there. But I never put them out. There was a time when I cursed…

I appreciate the advice-giver-dudes who are so goal-oriented and single-minded that they strip all the imperfect out of their lives and go far. But my life does not look like that. You can’t always resolve the tension. You can’t quit the job right now. You can’t stop parenting the children. You can’t surmount the chronic…

In Irish, when you have an emotion, you don’t say, “I am sad”. You say “saddness is on me”. It’s just a visitor; not who you are. I have “empathy on me”. I don’t like to say “I’m an empath”, cause that sounds a little too dramatic, too identity-crusting, too ridiculous. But I pick up…