There are few things more inspiring or intimidating than a blank page for a writer. Recently, I’ve found myself on the intimidating side of that spectrum. It’s not due to a shortage of ideas. I have countless drafts and a meandering train of thoughts to back me up on that claim.
The current conversation surrounding the reversal of Roe v. Wade has been on my mind a lot over the past few weeks. I’ve tried to stay clear of political issues on here thus far, but I would argue that a woman’s right to bodily autonomy isn’t something that should be debated or determined by politics. So, excuse me while I dip my toe into these infuriatingly controversial waters.
It was admittedly a low-stakes situation. At worst, I would look like an uncoordinated idiot; at best, I would prove my theory correct.
Change is hard, even under the simplest of circumstances. There’s a temporary loss of balance. The world shifts and the light shines from a different angle, exposing our blind spots.
Welcome to the darkest day of winter. Not literally, that was back in December for those of us in the northern hemisphere. Today is more of a darkness for the soul. A day so deep in despair that we turn to a man who claims to communicate with an immortal rodent who has a side-hustle in meteorology.
For the northern hemisphere, we’re smack dab in the middle of the winter blues. No matter what hemisphere you’re in, we’re approaching the two-year mark of a global pandemic. And if you don’t have emotional whiplash from the never-ending stream of instructions to “stay home,” but also “get back out there and support x, y, and z,” please share your secret sorcery with me.
Welcome to the Mondayest of all Mondays — the first Monday of the year. I actually enjoy Mondays, and the first one of the year is no exception. That being said, I fully understand that for many, Mondays are the worst. That makes this first Monday after the holidays, the absolute worst.
There’s nothing like a pandemic to remind you that we very much are all in this together. We may forget that from time to time, but at least once a year the world conspires to refresh our memories.
In the past, I may not have stated this so proudly or boldly. However, the past 18ish months have offered many lessons, one of those being if it brings you joy and it isn’t hurting anyone, go for it.
One of my favorite holiday traditions is taking in and photographing the holiday hustle and bustle. You know, the usual sidewalk insanity but with a torrent of twinkle. It starts with the unveiling of the Macy’s holiday windows and ends with the savvy sprint of the last-minute shoppers.