The Art of Radical Self-Trust
As a writer I have always believed in trusting the reader. If a writer fails this, the prose suffers. It is where walls of text and overwrought exposition is born and storytelling goes to die.
Why I Don’t Brand Myself as a Writer (Yet)
Writing is art. Writers are creatives. We are allowed to experiment, make messes, push boundaries and withdraw from them if we desire. To learn the rules then break them all, simply for the sake of our art.
The Tetris Effect and Trauma
The purpose of Tetris is to achieve it, clearing lines, creating more space. ...The strongest lesson it imparts is that you plan for Tetris, but let go of it, too.
It Was (Likely) ADHD All Along: My Lightbulb Moment at 34
I was incredibly organized, but not motivated because I was emotionally and mentally exhausted from managing others’ emotions and environment.
Let People Enjoy the In-Between of the Holidays
Some people — probably more than some considering we have entire cultural norms around it — need to prepare for changes they want to make in their lives if they want to make them at all. And some who don’t care what specific date they do that are ready to do that without waiting. Both are great approaches as long as individuals feel secure in doing it.
Stuff No One Tells You About Dying Pets: Guilt and Relief
Your pet will always depend on you, fully, and that’s honestly a source of the joy they bring to our lives. Someone who always needs you feels so good to care for. We never stop parenting them; they never leave the nest. Despite their aging and intelligence, dogs, in particular, develop about the same mental capacity as a four-year-old. They truly are always children.
For Valentine’s Day, I Found Out I Might Have a Stalker
He didn't touch me. He didn't argue when I cut him off. He stopped when I told him to and left me alone. But he…
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Trauma Doesn’t Have a Timeline
My first memory isn't of snuggles and the unmistakable scent of Mom. I don't remember vague warblings of lullabies. Later, in my early childhood years, I can…
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