Since having Joe, I’ve been a real journey trying to find pants that fit. More like post-PANTSdum amiright? ANYONE? ANYONE? I have searched low and high, I have tread from the sale sections at at …
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Pants
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Burnout
No one: Say Bekah, what’re you up to this weekend? Me: Oh, just stressing about how to properly describe the stress I feel about not yet finding time to read this book that Blaine sent …
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Traditionnnnnnnsss, Traditions!
Every time I come to NYC for work, regardless of how long I’ve spent pre-travel obsessively checking the Accuweather extended forecast, I like to do this thing where I don’t bring the right shoes so …
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the only way out is through (a cake)
I begin pretty much every first draft and rewrite with Despair, with this will never get done and it will never be good enough. After x amount of minutes or days of these feelings, I …
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Mom Brain
I read an ARTICLE! the other day (sometimes I read full articles) about new research regarding the actual science behind Mom brain. Where did I read it? When was it written? I don’t know. Who’s …
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the mouth
My shared workspace has gone maskless for the vaccinated and all of the sudden everyones mouths are out and they feel private and aggressive and wrong and strange. I go to the bathroom and turn …
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actions > words
It truly doesn’t matter how long I’ve been a working writer, I still have days where I feel like I need to go back to How to Write Good school and learn my colors and …
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an Apple a Day
If I were a doll that came with accessories, in addition to a fistful of leaking pens and a few folded up print offs of no-bake pie recipes, I would have a single apple that …
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39.99999999
Age is just a number, declared the woman as she turned 39, somehow still in her middle thirties, as middle thirties in fact last until the very last second of the day before you turn …
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two cakes
(inspired by a true story) If I’d known you were coming I’d a baked a cake Then attempted to flip the cake out of its pan with a 25 lb baby strapped to me so …