Category: Hard times

I got a semicolon tattoo so I’d be honest about my mental illness

Chatting at the bus stop with my five-year-old, volunteering at my three-year-old’s preschool, and hopping in my minivan for groceries, it’s always there: A little black semicolon tattooed on the edge of my right wrist. When I heard about #ProjectSemicolon, which involves displaying a… Continue Reading “I got a semicolon tattoo so I’d be honest about my mental illness”

When a friend’s child is sick

When a friend’s child is sick, you are afraid of saying the wrong thing. You don’t know if it’s better to say something in the hopes that they find it a little comforting, or if it’s better to give them their space. If you… Continue Reading “When a friend’s child is sick”

Finding the time (for me)

There wasn’t time in my schedule to think, to plan, to daydream. Every minute of the day was scheduled for maximum efficiency. The only time ideas trickled into my thoughts was when I was trying to sleep, and I’d force myself to clear my… Continue Reading “Finding the time (for me)”