Probably as some repressed form of protest, I cleaned the windows on the lower floor of my house instead of writing even one word on the first day of NaNoWriMo 2018. And yet, the day before (on October 31), I felt ready to begin, in earnest, the very next morning. With the looming, I mean […]
In my last blog piece, I considered calling Trump (referred to only as #45) as part of an effort to feel less frustrated as an American, watching the daily madness created by him and his administration. So, this afternoon, I did. At first I called the White House Comments Line at 202.456.1111, which answers automatically. […]
Maybe not the biggest problem, it would seem these days, but one really big problem that we face is the ease (read: need to self-preserve some sense of sanity) in which we fall into a sense of complacency due to the fact that every day we see, read and hear (no matter how we may […]
Denial, and maybe subconscious pride, kept me from admitting (during the interview process) that my Fibromyalgia would prevent me from performing, what is, for seemingly everyone else, a reasonably easy job at my local gym, where I have been regularly working out for years. I didn’t lie, I just didn’t really consider the physicality of […]
We think in terms of time— Always and forever. This minute and for twenty-four hours of the day. In the past, too. We ask ‘how much time do we have?’ ‘how long will it take?’ and the simplest, ‘what time is it, now?’ We act based on the structure of time— ‘a 9 A.M. meeting,’ ‘next month’s re-inspection […]
Writing by Marnie Mitchell
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