Things Keeping Us Going: From the Sublime to the Ridiculous Edition

Last week, I noted that our plans for the week were abruptly changed. Well, they just kept on changing. Every day this past week, one curve ball or another got tossed our way, until, on Friday, things simply became ridiculous. We had planned to spend three days in one of our favorite places–the Berkshires inContinue reading “Things Keeping Us Going: From the Sublime to the Ridiculous Edition”

The Brood: Back to the Source

I can live landlocked for a while, but after a year or two away from the sea I end up feeling muffled, like I’m wearing extra layers around my psyche. I will never be as awake and alert and present as I am when I return to the source. My ancestors were born, lived, and died near the sea. I will always belong there.

The Brood: Transition

So much happened in those years.  I nursed my last baby and celebrated my first teenager. I concluded my teaching career. I walked with my husband through the loss of a parent. I battled with my child through a series of mental health crises. I ghosted the Church. I separated from friends. I sheltered my family through a pandemic. I never wrote about what was happening, though, only what it felt like.

Like grasping at vapor. Like fighting in a fog. Like abandoning my humanity and becoming an android. Like disappearing into myself. 

The Brood: Summertime, and the Living is…Something

I move languidly from chore to chore, wiping peanut butter off of surfaces, running back and forth to the store for the items that disappear faster when everyone is home, losing track of hours and days and weeks. Routines govern my life, and in the transition from spring to summer, all routines are upended.