The days crash into each other like wayward bumper cars, speeding by in a mish-mash of early mornings, desk-top lunches, office politics, homework battles, and after-school activities. Sometimes, we eat dinner in a speedy 2 minutes, 30 seconds, all while I yell lovingly through a bullhorn, “HURRY UP, WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!” I am perpetual… Continue reading Downtime
My six-year-old daughter is a strong-willed, stubborn soul. She’s feisty, yet shy. I love to watch her, as she wavers between boldly overconfident and timidly insecure, trying to make her way in the world. I learn so much from her; her light-bulb moments are mine as well. This summer, she’s on swim team. I love… Continue reading The Fish
I’ve always been a worrier, maybe even from birth. I’m sure I came out wondering if my thighs were too fat. (For the record, they really were. I was a fat baby). When I was 7 years old, I would go to my neighbor’s house under the false pretense of seeing their new baby boy.… Continue reading Anxiety Girl
Recently, I wrote my first query letter ever. Straight up: it took me an hour and a half. I wanted it to be perfect. My quest for perfection was so tight that my backspace and delete button started to pant halfway through the letter-writing process. Brain matter may or may not have started to squeeze… Continue reading Perfection Paralysis
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