I found this poem on someone’s frontyard poetry post a month or two ago, and was so struck by it that I memorized the title and author and looked it up again when I got home. Now, it seems more important than ever. I cried when I read it out …
Biking is almost always the answer. Yes: I’ve been a little cranky. It’s been weird for me, honestly, since I consider myself pretty damn good at seeing the best in everything and just generally being happy. So it’s been a weird experience for me to actively have to work at …
This fall has been hard. Don’t get me wrong. I love fall. I love the bite in the air, the crisp mornings, my breath billowing around me in the dark when I ride to work. I love the leaves, even when they’re a slick and slimy mess. I even …
For someone who spends most of her working life with people, who volunteers for farmers markets and other things with people, who teaches and mentors people, who loves being part of communities of people — for all of that, often, I just want to disappear. That’s not as creepy or …
