Lately, a combination of leaning a bit too much into the Pagliacci aspect of parenting and a series of random unfortunate events has left me, a person who by default isn’t all sunshine and roses, feeling perma-annoyed. Not ideal. I sort of snapped out of it after an illuminating conversation with my OB/GYN, wherein I… Continue reading on being angry, staying angry and appetites
Category: Life
on growing pains
There’s a blog post in my drafts that was meant to be here, in place of what you’re reading right now, one I spent the better part of October writing. I started working on a version of it right after the Russell Brand story broke and I’d watched the BBC documentary. I don’t want to… Continue reading on growing pains
on music (old and new) and yearning
In a different lifetime and timeline, I used to work the graveyard shift at a recording studio in west Athens. Work meant little more than holding the keys to the studio and fixing coffee for after hours clients who fell into two categories strictly: really shitty folk singers with their sugar daddies in tow or… Continue reading on music (old and new) and yearning
talking about writing
Postpartum has been a different kind of beast than I’ve ever had to deal with and more or less the main reason behind the radio silence around these quarters. It’s not that I don’t feel like writing – quite the opposite, really; I’m pregnant with ideas (haha NOT funny) and I find myself aching to… Continue reading talking about writing
in the words of glenn danzig, mother
I found out I was pregnant on June 22, so right after Father’s Day and one day before Roe v. Wade was overturned, yet another example of how life is perpetually and inherently complicated, unless you live in self-imposed exile in a cave on the Tien Shan mountains of Kazakhstan – which probably also has… Continue reading in the words of glenn danzig, mother
a postcard from skyros
Life is good. I’ve got news. I promise we will talk soon.
sitting with the owl
You know how the old adage goes: high highs lead to low lows. I’d been experiencing a semester of impressive clarity and ease, hitting productivity goals, being creative again, having fun with friends and allowing myself some vulnerability. “Tomorrow is not promised”, I annoyingly mused over drinks to people who’ve known me for more than… Continue reading sitting with the owl
on not wanting to be queen of trash mountain (and other stories)
Reviving this blog was the byproduct of my breakup with Twitter – the digital equivalent of being in a toxic relationship and doing the whole “I just need to rip off the bandage” spiel for years (thirteen, in my case) and then being torn apart via force majeure, like someone having to bounce to study… Continue reading on not wanting to be queen of trash mountain (and other stories)
how to disappear completely
All it takes is a global pandemic and a master’s degree. Also, a wise person once said “give people the gift of missing you”, so to the brave who still watch this space, I guess you’re welcome. Anyway, I’m back and vaccinated, so gather round, children, it’s time to unpack this mess. Let’s get the… Continue reading how to disappear completely
hello stranger
It’s been a while. At this point, everyone’s unfamiliar to me. Life has become exponentially bleaker since we last talked. I’m sad and mad and exhausted and disillusioned, which is not a good sign, because that’s when you usually stop caring, and I want to care. But it’s taking a ton of effort these days.… Continue reading hello stranger