Category: my life

I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat

I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat

Newsflash! I don’t have a flat stomach! This does not—and it bears repeating—this does not mean I am pregnant. It means I don’t have a flat stomach. Like most women. (And even if I were pregnant, that’s none of your fracking business. Because you’re a complete stranger or someone I met three times, briefly, and...

I can predict the weather

I can predict the weather

I felt the change in weather as a migraine spider-webbing its way across the right side of my skull. The storm suited my mood: impatient, unsatisfied, expectant. I have not yet developed an instinct for process, for taking joy in the things themselves and not just what results from the things. When the clouds and...

Waking up in my new house

Waking up in my new house

Today I am flying to Anaheim, California, for Star Wars Celebration Anaheim. I am writing this post from the past (meaning I wrote it Monday and scheduled it for Tuesday). The chances of me being 500 percent excited for the con are so good making a bet on them would be foolish—unless you’re Han Solo....

Creating home

Creating home

On January 29, 2015, I bought my first home. I haven’t moved in yet, because my husband and I are having a contractor do some renovations to create the perfect space for us. (Read: a nerdy, literary haven of Star Wars art prints, Simpsons collectibles, and built-in bookshelves.) Being able to do this—to shape a...

Grass is the color you make it

Grass is the color you make it

I occasionally feel dissatisfied with my life. The reason is simple and chronic: I keep comparing myself to other people. Although I love working in a public library and being around books and book lovers all day, and despite the fact that I consistently write five days out of seven, I often judge myself to...