I’m in full closet clean-out mode. You know the ritual. The seasonal migration. Winter clothes go into exile, stuffed into plastic bins like they did something wrong, and spring/summer gets resurrected. I got rid of four Amazon bins of clothes in 2024. FOUR! That felt like growth. Healing. Personal evolution. I let go of a …
This is kind of a follow-up to my post about shedding… and the one about writing (or rewriting) your third act. So, here’s what’s happening. In just a few days, I’ll find out if I’m receiving a writing fellowship… aka a grant… aka someone possibly giving me money to do one of the things I …
I used to believe that holding on was a sign of loyalty. That endurance meant strength. That if something or someone had been part of my life for a long time, I owed it permanence. There comes a moment in life, sometimes quietly, sometimes like a lightening bolt, when you realize that certain things, habits, …