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HUMANS 101

I did reach out, but my people ignored me and you probably ignore your people too

I used to think I was someone who retreated when I needed help. I thought I isolated myself when faced with troubles. After doing internal work with the help of my therapist, I’ve recognized that retreating is a defense mechanism I’ve developed in response to feeling rejected.

I’m not the…


HUMANS 101

What Elton John did brought me to tears, and made me think about how we can all be a little kinder

Living with a big heart — being magnanimous, considerate, generous, and respectful spreads kindness.

Elton John spread some kindness and touched my heart and the hearts of many others by what he did for legendary musician Leon Russell a few years ago.

Leon was a crack L.A. studio musician in…


“I’m ready for a new cat,” my 97-year-old Mom tells me.

“Dixie,” my mother’s last cat, had died two months earlier. Back when the beloved cat was still alive, mom had said it was her last. But she’d said the same thing about Dixie’s predecessor, “Curry” and before that, “Lucky.”


Humans 101

It worked for me, it might just work for you

You hate dating apps, I get it. I was you once and I remember how shit it feels. I’ve come to discover that being successful on dating apps has nothing to do with how hot your profile pics are, and everything to do with your mindset.

For this challenge, we…


Single life stats we need to stop tracking

Numbers are fine, I guess. I was never much good at them, but I think that has more to do with the “bad at math” programming I received during my extremely gendered education and upbringing than any actual aptitude. There’s nothing wrong with data, in fact, I enjoy a good…


HUMANS 101

They say to put on your own oxygen mask first. When the hell am I supposed to do that?

We were waiting for X-rays. When I got home from work, our 19-year-old cat was hobbling on three legs, gingerly hoisting a back foot at a pathetic angle. I’d rushed her to the emergency vet. She howled. …


This Cinderella has gotten off on the wrong foot

“I’m going to be just like Cinderella when I grow up.” My five-year-old niece, Keira, looked at me dreamily from across her bedroom.

On a recent visit to my sister’s home, I was assigned to my usual sleeping quarters: the girls’ room. There, I could sleep in Brynn’s bed while…


Reflections on Identity

Leaving kids at college, leaving marriages, losing spouses

I have a friend who drives in silence; she lives in a rural area, so she spends a lot of time in her car going from one destination to another. This astounds me: no radio, no podcasts, no audio books? I cannot fathom it. The discord in my head is…


I just noticed it

My fingers are a dune buggy race down the endless sands of your back, and then they’re a squadron of submarines descending through the uncharted depths of your hair to your very top’s very bottom.

And after so many years mapping your body and its complex topographies, I spy a…


Feels like this

Remembering you is like

the time I went to the mansion of a widow who, until the day she died, kept building and building and building additions to her massive pathological hideaway, like a door that opens to a twenty-foot drop or a stairway directly into a ceiling. …

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