My anger is like a carnival ride I didn’t want to get on but somehow find myself strapped into. I just have to hold on, ride it out, and pick up the pieces afterward.
I’m a chronic list-maker. I come by it honestly–my childhood memories are sprinkled with my mother’s legal pads covered in notes–but I fell out of the habit after the baby. Now that I’m back at the desk, though, to-do lists are again mandatory, lest I […]
It took me two years to run my writing career into the ground, ten months to get over it, and a single instant to understand what I’d done and the one thing that could bring it back.