Title: Looping music
Published: September 17, 2023
First sentence: I deleted my Spotify account earlier this year.
Title: Octopus brain
Published: September 3, 2023
First sentence: I’m currently kind of obsessed with octopuses.
June 25, 2023 – The weight of existence
I’m really not as strong or as brave as I thought I was.
April 16, 2023 – Finding the way forward
I want to try to describe how it is that I write.
January 29, 2023 – Patchwork taskwork
I first learned about “batching” in 2018 when I hired a business coach.
January 27, 2023 – Wine stains and heart mends
As the credits played out at the end of Avatar: The Way of Water, my boyfriend Ethan took off his 3D glasses and looked at me. “Are you crying?” he asked.
January 21, 2023 – Feel the rope
When I was first learning how to belay last fall at my climbing gym, my brain tangled up right alongside the rope in my hands.
November 30, 2022 – Agave
The large agave plant outside my window fell over and died several weeks ago.
August 25, 2022 – Haunted home
Yesterday I woke up at 4 am to wild flashes of lightning through my window, the shade pulled all the way up.
August 1, 2022 – The heat and the flood
If the bible has any sort of truth to it, it would appear that humans originated in tropical areas.
July 14, 2022 – Letters to you with love from me
I’ve noticed that the writings of mine I love the most are my notebook rants, where I just pour out the thoughts in my head, the things on my heart.
May 29, 2022 – Hold me down
Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.
May 26, 2022 – Resistance is futile
I’ve forgotten about Resistance.
April 7, 2022 – Unkink yourself
I am glad to be done with March.
March 28, 2022 – Listen to it
This isn’t the newsletter I was planning to mail out yesterday and this isn’t the day I planned to mail it on, but part of it, part of IT, is to break the tiny rules that get in the way of intuition.
March 21, 2022 – Oil and water
It took me ten years to figure out how to wash my hair and body.
March 13, 2022 – Screenager
Sometimes I make lists of things I could do that don’t involve the internet.
March 6, 2022 – Sorrow and solitude
It’s been several months since I last sent out one of these newsletters.
February 15, 2022 – Flowers for him
I see my brother in the halls.
February 9, 2022 – I dream in words
My writing goes like this: I write a lot in my head.
February 5, 2022 – Mush inside a cocoon
Imagine a caterpillar feeling the mysterious urge to make a cocoon and then turning almost completely into mush, having no idea what the fuck is going on, because it basically just turned into nutrient-rich soup.
January 27, 2022 – Romanced by the sun
I am alone a majority of the time but I rarely ever feel alone.
January 26, 2022 – Write or rot
I need to write more frequently.
December 22, 2021 – Reappearing body
There used to be two ugly trees directly behind two palm trees in the backyard, but a couple weeks ago the neighbors had them cut down and removed.