Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
Some things look impossibly perfect till they shatter. For them, the magic broke in an instant. One moment, they were flying around, contorting their bodies into impossibly beautiful shapes. And then, the tiniest of collisions as their skates hit each other, and down they fell in a heap. They got back up and finished, leaving […]
Of course it was a man without children who said it. “You just need to get up a few minutes earlier. Then you’d be here on time.” He said this, to chronically-running-behind-to-this-entirely-optional-activity me, the way you might tell someone the sky is blue or that they need oxygen to breathe. Poof! Simple solution. Except when […]
Skating and I fell in love in a vulnerable place. For me, that is. I get that it’s not reciprocal or anything. I’m not that far gone. How vulnerable was this place, you say? Well, back in my college years while being pummeled by depression, I also fell top-of-my-head-to-tips-of-my-toes in love with the person I […]
You know how when you’re approaching a milestone, it feels almost inevitable to look back and reflect on what’s gone down in the past decade or two? I am standing on the cusp of 40 and thus far have failed at my younger adult dreams. I haven’t written a best-seller, haven’t started a world-changing nonprofit, […]