Since 2020 screwed with my sense of time, I haven’t been able to regain it. Because so many things have changed since I last wrote, I was sure it had been months – plural – since I’d written anything here. Things are going suspiciously well again, with the exception ofContinue Reading

I had a realization yesterday that shook me to my core: I’m actually starting to believe that I’m going to live in the farmhouse. As I told my partner, up until this point, it was a fun thought experiment, but in the back of my mind, I fully expected SomethingContinue Reading

It’s another. And another. And another. At one point, I asked my therapist if it was just my perception, or if relatively significant stressful things really kept happening in my life at this pace. We talked about determining which things to actively engage with, and while I appreciate that, IContinue Reading

Gabrielle sent me a stack of writing prompts, and I’m going to try to work through them. When I wake up in the morning, how do I most want to feel? I want to wake up feeling rested, at peace, and with hope for the day ahead. I sleep aContinue Reading

I came across the Open Letter to Shitty Husbands today, and it wasn’t the volume about cheating that caught my attention. It was the volume about trust, and the little things: It wasn’t the big things that brought her to that point. There often aren’t big things in marriage. ItContinue Reading

So many of my ideas for the farmhouse are in the kitchen. I have a complicated relationship with food, but I’ve always enjoyed the act of cooking and creating good food. My current kitchen is only minimally usable, because of another complicated relationship, which some won’t understand. Our food isContinue Reading