My dad's sister Penny had limited speech. Most people couldn't understand much of what she said. But there was one phrase she had down cold — one phrase that was perfectly clear every single time. "I know you." It didn't matter if she'd just met you or known you for decades. Penny greeted everyone the… Continue reading When Penny Said “I Know You”
Curdled milk. Poop under my fingernails. Snot on the cuff of my sleeve.Anticipating every need. Analyzing every cry, shout, and scream.Cutting up food. Changing outfits. Dosing medicines. Reading the same stories over and over. Filling the time. Somehow, surviving. I’m doing this…again. When I first considered having my own children, I thought I had it… Continue reading I’m Doing Motherhood…Again
Brain fog. Trouble concentrating. Feeling like you're constantly a half-step behind in conversations. Exhausted after social situations that didn't used to drain you. If you're a woman of a certain age, you know exactly what I just described. Perimenopause. Obviously. Or maybe ADHD — because apparently half of us are just now figuring out we've… Continue reading What I Kept Blaming on Perimenopause (And Why That’s Not an Accident)
I started writing the night my brother died. Not because I had a plan, or because I thought it would become anything. I just didn’t know where else to put everything that was happening in my head. So I wrote to him. I’m a neurodiverse writer, which basically means my brain doesn’t switch off neatly.… Continue reading The Night My Brother Died, I Started Writing to Him
Photo by Magda Ehlers on Pexels.com I have been traveling internationally for over twenty years. I know how to navigate airports. I know how to pack light. I know how to move through a busy terminal with my bags and not miss a beat. So when a taxi driver in Koh Samui, Thailand loaded my… Continue reading The Luggage Cart I Never Used — And What It Taught Me About Asking for Help
