Protected: Day 129: Baking and crying.
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It was a strange day. A cold front blew in overnight, bringing potato-flake snow flurries mixed with blinding sunlight, and barely a moment’s occasion to go outside into it. I miss going outside. Today’s bizarre energy could be thanks in part to my early-morning reading of the New York Times comprehensive piece on all the…
Read MoreI need to add more to this, but suffice it to say for now: Somehow my 37th birthday was one of the best birthdays I’ve had in many years. Probably a lot to unpack there. The day started with crosswords, coffee and grapefruit mimosas in bed. It was filled with friends and family, beautiful weather,…
Read MoreHow on earth has it been nearly a month since going outside was a normal thing? Since I didn’t have to remind myself not to hold my breath when i’m around strangers? With just a few minutes left in my session today, I told my therapist that I believed I wasn’t feeling through all my…
Read MoreWe had a tantalizing taste of spring today, 80 degrees with brilliant blue skies streaked with wispy clouds. The sky is orange tonight, tinged with a neon purple like sizzling summer fireworks. It’s a full moon, but a cloud cover blindingly lit by lightning obscures it. Rumbling thunder is building, loping behind the lightning, but…
Read MoreIn the weeks since I locked myself inside, spring has arrived. There’s still a chill in the air — the bracing temperatures actually took my breath away when I took the compost bucket to the alley this morning — but the light has changed. The sun’s a little sunnier, as if to say, “I’m ready for my…
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