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Procrastination, guilt, and dread

Procrastination, guilt, and dread

Procrastination is weird. The more you put something off, the guiltier you feel and the more you dread it. It turns an ant hill into a mountain, every time. And yet I still do procrastinate. Not always on purpose—sometimes I’m tired or my head hurts and my brain is fuzzy. But that dread builds up...

Copper and ceramic

Copper and ceramic

Slowly, in fits and starts, we’re turning our house into a home. Renovating a house feels a lot like writing fiction, actually. You start with something raw and unfinished, and you slowly polish it until it shines, until it’s yours. My house is starting to shine. The pieces are coming together: paint, new (and used,...

Eating as political act

Eating as political act

I spend much of my Sundays in the kitchen, preparing food for the coming week. This is not a simple domestic ritual to me, though I enjoy it immensely. No, fermenting my own yogurt, baking my own granola, and cooking all my beans instead of getting them from cans is a radical political act. Here’s...

Honk honk: August 2016 edition

Honk honk: August 2016 edition

Today is the first day in a long time where I haven’t had to be anywhere or do anything. It feels nice, if weird. I feel like I can breathe a little, plan the rest of my summer, and actually enjoy the nerdy nerdy things I love (oh video games, how I’ve missed you). Time,...

On not writing

On not writing

This has been one of those weeks where the words won’t come. Maybe it’s the heat and the humidity, maybe it’s the rough month I’ve been having, maybe it’s stress over money, and maybe it’s all of those things. Sometimes, when I can’t write, I have to write about not being able to write to...