On Voicelessness and a Tummy Ache
I’m awake in the pre-dawn again this morning with body things. I stuck it out in bed for 45 minutes before choosing, again, to get up and keep it company here instead of lying in bed wondering if I was going to fall back asleep. It’s 5:23. I still wake up some early mornings with what I call “worry tummy” – this discomfort in my middle that matches a mental state of worry. It used to be very bad, maybe a year or more ago. Then it was almost every night and it was more 1:30 to
A small collection of things that make me go "Grrr!"
This is by no means an exhaustive list. I’m going to preface this by saying I try not to be a jerk as a general life guideline, and hope not to be one here. But these things make me mad AND break my heart. When I tell people how I struggle with being the parent that I want to be and they say to me, “Well, they chose you as a mom.” Is this true on any level that we can possibly know? No. And I’m ok with metaphor as a reasonable way of understanding life, so long as it makes se
Voice
When I was in my early twenties, going to UVic for my undergrad, I used to go most Thursdays to Steamer’s Pub to dance to a band called A Particular Wave. Eventually I was going there early with Kendra to help her decorate the stage. I was there, I was known to the four members of the band, I talked to my friend, I danced, I enjoyed myself, I went home. This happened almost every week for a fair chunk of time. A few years after it wasn’t such a regular thing, I was getting ga