Small Life, Slow Life, The Luxury of Grief.

Small Life, Slow Life, The Luxury of Grief.

Do you remember when you had the luxury of grief? You were allowed the space to be fully devastated. You could call into work, *cough cough* into the phone, tell your boss that no, you weren’t feeling better. You could use up your whole sick time you’d accrued in the fetal position, tangled in sheets, … Continue reading

Small Life, Slow Life: The Lapse.

Small Life, Slow Life: The Lapse.

It’s hard to believe that almost two months have slipped by. When I transferred stores in February, I told people, “I’m not going to make any decisions for thirty days. I’ll observe, and listen a lot, but no big decisions for thirty days.” In the one therapy session I’ve had in the last eight weeks, … Continue reading

Small Life, Slow Life: Afraid to lose.

Small Life, Slow Life: Afraid to lose.

I remember looking at my computer screen, the letter from Berkeley announcing my acceptance, glaring at me in black and white. We are pleased to inform you. “Aren’t you happy?!” Other Mom said, shaking my shoulders. “Get excited!” Another memory: Eighth grade graduation, crying my eyes out, thinking of saying goodbye to a temporary boyfriend, … Continue reading