Things I Write

Sympathy has a shelf life. It gets exhausting. And the guilt you feel about being tired of people just trying to express their care compounds that. So why do I feel that way? And why do so many people with chronic illness that I talk to seem to feel the same? Hint: it's not because we're all huge ungrateful bitches. (Some of us are, but that's not the point of this blog.)

I've learned that some people belong in your life long-term. And some don't. Staying connected, catching up, letting go, and moving on are fluid states. I'm grateful for the people who are here. I'm grateful for the unexpected crossing of paths.

It's my birthday, I can commit heresy if I want to Headed to a Pilates class, featuring grippy socks of the non-72-hour-hold variety. In...

There isn’t much on maximizing productivity with a juvenile cockatiel next to your desk who spends the day relentlessly rubbing one out on one specific purple perch that already too-strongly resembles the first vibrator my friends and I excavated in the hidden depths of my mom’s closet when we were teenagers.