#Metoo “Fuck Yes” and Sexual Confusion
Last week, I went to a festival. It was a wonderful and exhausting and lovely and painful experience. At some point, I decided I never wanted another “festival” experience again. I came home exhausted. Feeling…
Babies and that Deep, Deep Love
The other day I was drudging Twitter, as writers do when they’re supposed to be writing, and I came across a tweet from a new mother who said she was still waiting for that rush…
Where Do I Restart… Again?
Today my husband reminded me I have this poor, neglected blog hanging out. I thought he was asking me if I was ready to delete it. But no. He wondered if I would revive it.…
From the Past
I talked to an old friend today. I can say that now–at 35 friends can be old. The chat was brief. Ten messages, a few less, a few more, shot back and forth over messenger…
Feeling Homeless
Life as an immigrant is hard. It’s harder than life as an expat. Okay, that’s assumption. I’ve never been an expat. I went from Peace Corps Volunteer to study abroad to immigrant—none of which is…
Embracing the Next Step
Jojo Starts Yasla I’ve signed Jojo up for daycare. If she gets her final vaccine and all her medical exams in time, she’ll start on September nineteenth. As with Peatuk, part of me is so…
On Elements and Age
I’ve always had a thing for elemental magic. Even with all the agents crying for books with newer systems of magic, it’s my opinion you can’t go wrong with Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. Watching…
Musings As a “Baby Writer”
I was thinking about writing a thread about mentoring programs and the babying of writers without agents on twitter. But I decided it is too much to thread. I wanted to give my thoughts time…
My Husband Refuses To Be My Excuse, And I Love Him For It
Warning: This is long and rambling and may not end with a point. But I still felt like sharing it. I have been doing something very important with my maternity leave, besides taking care of…
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Letters of Recommendation aka Not Applying For That One
Letters of recommendation have always been the bane of my existence. If I could clearly remember my college application process (I can't) I probably applied to the schools I did because they didn't require letters…
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