The Journal

It is Sunday. When I was little Sundays made me angsty. Sundays were the day before the day we had to go back to school. When I was little and going to school the kids were mean to me and so I hated school and I hated Sundays. I would lay on the ground on Monday […]

I am writing from my new apartment where the sun shines in so brightly in the morning I feel like I am back in California. This might be the best decision I have made in a long time. This is the eighth post in the Cleaning Out Your Stuff series. To start the exercise at […]

It’s a Friday in the middle of winter in Indiana. I am surrounded by my things as I prepare for a move to a new apartment and begin yet another chapter. I’m listening to a personal playlist I created on Spotify for when I write about my mom. This is the seventh post in the […]

Good Evening, and welcome to day 29 of my self comittment to write each day for 15 minutes. I am curled up in a cabin near a lake outside of Asheville, NC. I have never been to this place before, I have never driven the roads I drove today and I have never breathed this […]