Leadership, or a lack thereof

I've been thinking a lot about management. For the last 2 years or so I've worked essentially unsupervised, and I've appreciated the breathing room. If you asked the managers I've worked for in the years since grad school, they might tell you I have a problem with authority. I actually had a supervisor tell me... Continue Reading →

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When good storytelling hits you in the feels

I recently watched Hasan Minhaj's Homecoming King, and I was really moved--to laughter and to tears. He's incredibly talented and such an important voice right now. His stories about growing up brown in America hit many of the high points that I can only try to explain to my non-brown friends. The expectations that seem out... Continue Reading →

apparently I’m a therapist

I stumbled upon some new (to me) remote job search sites. So I started looking. I think it would be nice to have another revenue stream that doesn't revolve around getting more therapy clients. And wouldn't it be nice to flex some other muscles, to remind myself that I'm more than a helping professional? To... Continue Reading →

Where are the words?

I'm truly amazed at how often you bloggers out there blog. Monthly, biweekly, even weekly! How do you do it? How do you always have something to say? If I don't, does that mean I'm uninspired/ing? Meh. I choose not to berate myself like that. Hasn't helped me before. But I'm still impressed with those... Continue Reading →

Don’t tell me. Show me.

I find it hard to update here when I'm working on my novel. So much of my energy is directed at just getting the words on the page. But I often have moments of wanting to talk about the process of writing, and this feels like the right place to do it. Especially if any... Continue Reading →

i am here

shreds of skin left behind. they can’t come with me. remnants of my old ways. i’m pushing forward despite the tearing and the tears. willing myself to bear just one more scar, just one more wound to deliver myself. faster and faster i’m running, my hair tangled in the wind, gripped by my past that wrenches me... Continue Reading →

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