When I was a kid, my dad took one or two backpacking trips a year to Isle Royale National Park in Lake Superior or the nearby Porcupine Mountains. Despite traveling the same terrain year after…
Browsing Category Cliche But True
Here. Everything.
I had a boyfriend in college named Bill. It was my first serious long-term relationship. We loved each other. And it was college and we different aspirations and increasingly different political views and it wasn’t…
Figuring Out My Wiring
This week I read the book Fierce, Free, and Full of Fire by Jen Hatmaker. It’s hard for me to describe Jen Hatmaker – I think she would lead with “author” but that doesn’t quite…
Extending Grace
Yesterday, a couple of my sisters and I had an extended “conversation” via voice memos on Messenger about the shitshow ahead of us in Wisconsin, now that we are the only state in the nation…
Forward and Through
Last week I shared a poem written by someone else because I was trying to heed advice not to write about terrible experiences as you’re having them. I’m not sure I agree with last-week me….
Cliché But True: Some Regrets
Ever had a conversation where you realize partway through that you sound like someone you used to think was old? I was recently talking with a senior in college about what she wants to do…