A Month of Gratitude, Day 26: The Good Eggs

Holidays with my family are sort of like episodes of “I Survived”, but with less uplifting endings. You were thrown into a gully after being assaulted by a motorcycle gang? A wild boar gored you and a bear ate three of your fingers before you managed to crawl and claw your way back to safety? … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 26: The Good Eggs

A Month of Gratitude, Day 22: Books

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If you could peel back the layers of skin and meat, delicately swing open the doors of my ribcage to peek inside, you’d find my heart is bound in battered old leather, origami ventricles formed of soft vellum, beating with the circulation of red-black ink. I know books have become old fashioned, teetering on the … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 22: Books

A Month of Gratitude, Day 15: Failing

I started off this month with the idea of doing daily gratitude posts. Obviously I have been failing. I knew when I set this goal that it probably wouldn’t work out. I love this blog and it has brought me much good fortune, but honestly it can be far down on my massive list of … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 15: Failing

A Month of Gratitude, Day 10: Kinship

It’s said that friends are the family you choose, and this is something I’ve always lived by. When your blood relations turn out to be disappointing, or toxic, or simply absent, you can make better choices. Form your own crazy, interwoven tribe from shared loves and shared experiences. I feel fiercely protective towards my friends. … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 10: Kinship

A Month of Gratitude, Day 8: Warm Boots

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Today I am veering off from much broader subjects and honing in on something seemingly small. I’m thankful for warm boots. There’s nothing quite like pulling them on, toes sinking in to the fuzzy lining, feeling the supporting weight encase your ankles and calves as you buckle or zip or lace (sometimes all three!) them … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 8: Warm Boots

A Month of Gratitude, Day 4: Words + Guitar

Punk rock saved my life. All of the music did. Later on my tastes would become broader, deeper, more refined. But punk rock would be my first and lasting true love. It was rebellion against a world I would never fit into, a recognition that I wasn’t completely alone, that there might be another path- … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 4: Words + Guitar

A Month of Gratitude, Day 3: Comforting Creatures

I’ve always been a sucker for a fuzzy face. Okay, or a scaly, feathered, whiskered, hairless, you-name-it face. At five years old when we were living with a rat infestation of gigantic proportions, I would find the newborn baby ones, no bigger than the end of my pinkie finger, blind and pink and hairless, and … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 3: Comforting Creatures

A Month of Gratitude, Day 2: My Girls.

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Here’s the thing: I never wanted to be a mother. I knew this always, from the beginning of memory onward. Maybe it’s because we grew up rough, maybe it’s because I saw the world as a writhing, painful, grasping place to which I would never subject a fragile new life. But I always knew. This … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day 2: My Girls.

A Month of Gratitude, Day One: A Sense of Place

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Thanksgiving has never been big on my list of holidays, I won’t even pretend. It’s just more added stress and work glomped onto the Katamari ball of Christmas cheer and New Year’s revelry, in between the Halloween hysterics. Basically by January 2, I’m ready to pass out for three months or maybe hang out in … Read moreA Month of Gratitude, Day One: A Sense of Place