Author Archives: LwithaC

Guardian Angels at the Park

As many of you know, my kiddo is quite the climber. QUITE the climber. “I’m a National Climber,” she’ll tell people, after overhearing me call her a natural climber. After all, she crawled up the stairs long before she walked, and then trees, playgrounds, any structure she came upon. And at eight, we’ve reached the point whereContinue reading “Guardian Angels at the Park”

From the Mouths of Babes, War Edition

I’ve been quiet. There’s been so much and I didn’t feel I had much to add, so I let the chaos swirl within me. Yet even when I don’t write, the world spins on and there are parent teacher conferences and lunches to pack and news to digest. Then last night we were driving toContinue reading “From the Mouths of Babes, War Edition”

Deck Blinds

These blinds have been sitting on my deck for longer than I care to admit. They symbolize the double work of chronic illness. See, I am intermittently functional. There are days that my body can do just about anything, and then there are days where even my hair hurts. The ratio of functioning days toContinue reading “Deck Blinds”

Waiting for Barbie

I am looking forward to seeing the Barbie movie (I haven’t yet), and that is a sentence I never would have anticipated writing ever in my life. Like many Silver Millennials, my relationship with Barbie is complicated. I played with the dolls, my grandmother had a suitcase of Ginny dolls, and I remember standing inContinue reading “Waiting for Barbie”

Dear Queers:

Maybe you’ve always known. Maybe you’re still figuring it out. You are real and you are worthy of love. You deserve to be not just SAFE in your love, but CELEBRATED in your love. In your Life. I am sorry for my years of delusion and confusion. For shouting “No she’s not!” Thinking I wasContinue reading “Dear Queers:”

“Are you OK?” (No. Yes. Mostly?)

The past couple weeks have been a LOT. There’s been loss and grief and shock and perspective shifts. There’ve been so many adjustments, life almost feels fluid (which is pretty beautiful), and now it’s the end of May. The phrase “Are you okay?” always throws me off. I feel defensive and defective and completely unableContinue reading ““Are you OK?” (No. Yes. Mostly?)”

Existential Crisis and Love (and Poetry)

Living in the End Times is rough. Societal collapse, with rising prices and stagnant wages and an unthinkable wealth gap, is exhausting. Mass shooting after mass shooting. Scandal on top of scandal. The floor keeps sinking in the race to the bottom and the climate crisis is here and the tipping point four years out.Continue reading “Existential Crisis and Love (and Poetry)”