Personal Essays
Inspired by the time-honored art of winding and unwinding the skein.
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I wish there were a way to catch these thoughts before they disappear. They arrive suddenly while I'm driving or folding laundry or standing in line somewhere ordinary, and by the time I sit down to write them, the feeling has already retreated back underground.
Read the essay"You stand in the middle of those two losses feeling strangely invisible."
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What I keep returning to lately is the uncomfortable realization that children often build entire narratives about their parents from incomplete information. Not intentionally. Not maliciously. Simply because children interpret love through the narrow lens of their own pain.
ReadIn the months since she moved beside me, I have gained weight, grown more depressed, and developed a kind of alarming apathy toward her that I can barely admit out loud.
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About the Writer
I am a Gen X mother, creative thinker, artist, and lifelong observer trying to make sense of the quiet unraveling that seems to be happening in my midlife. After spending decades winding myself around motherhood, family life, responsibility, and caring for others, I find myself standing in a strange in-between place. My child growing into adulthood, my mother slipping into cognitive decline, my marriage and home carrying the wear of time, and my own identity no longer as clearly defined by being constantly needed.
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