Baby Steele came into the world last week. And while I wish I could tell you that my exhaustion is from long nights of tending to a newborn, it’s not. My early pregnancy symptoms were waning in the weeks leading up to what should have been a nine week ultrasound. We were supposed to hear […]Read More What to Do with Sadness
Last week I sat in my parents’ home in Florida and thumbed through the box of journals I’ve kept since I was ten. Soon enough, I came across an entry from when I was 11. I wrote that I hated my body and how I wished I was skinnier, like the other girls in my […]Read More To The 11-Year-Old Who Called Me Fat
A month ago I came home from work with the anticipation of a migraine. The vision in my left eye had been blurry for the last several hours, so I knew it would happen at any moment. I lay down to take a nap, figuring it was due to a lack of sleep. But the […]Read More I’ve Been Going Blind
I woke up last Tuesday night to the sound of people on my roof. Well at least, that’s what it sounded like. I rolled over and curled up next to my husband, hoping the noise would stop. But it continued, and I soon realized it was hail and not the local high-school drumline. Living in […]Read More Sometimes All It Takes Is a Peach
I love Colorado summers. Their evenings welcome you to fire up the grill in the absence of humidity and bugs. Summer is when mountains whisper sweet nothings to valleys and promise the gift of water as snow melts from their peaks. It’s when everything green and beautiful wake up and realize they need sunshine, so […]Read More We Need You.
“You can tell you’re a writer when you ask questions,” she said to me in the next chair over. A writer? Yikes. I haven’t called myself that in over a year. And the longer I’ve stayed away, the easier it is for me to keep it that way. This keyboard scares me. I’ll always find […]Read More Busyness: The Ultimate Clown Act
Last night I found a drafted post of mine from over a year ago titled, “What Hurts.” I quoted Earnest Hemingway and then talked about being homesick and feeling broken as I lived in Glacier. I said that I felt weighty, that I was crying under my duvet, that “I didn’t realize my decision […]Read More What Hurts