If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen me occasionally post links to my morning Get Ready With Me songs. The songs are usually tunes from my youth that lift my spirits as I start my workday, but I am also a woman of a certain age who sometimes feels a disconnect and…
The Most Beautiful Part of Your Body Is Where It’s Headed
The week is over, I have a four day weekend, and it’s unseasonably chilly in Vancouver. The roller coaster that was this week was full of peaks, valleys, and loop-de-loops, but at this particular moment, it feels good. Onward. Here are a few things I shared this week: Going Home With Ocean Vuong – an…
Is This Thing On?
“It’s been years since I’ve blogged regularly. Let’s see if I start again now. (I might. It’s a good warm-up for writing and I’m looking forward to being a writer again.)” @neilhimself I am trying the same, a regular blogging practice, which in hopes will get me writing daily. — Ms. Jen (@msjen) May 4,…
That “Skinny” Dress In Your Closet, or Hopeful Hoarding
If you’ve never gained, then lost (then regained) weight, this metaphor may be meaningless to you. If you have gone through that experience, you’re probably familiar with holding on to an item of clothing that no longer fits, but you hold on to it because “It might fit again someday if I go on a…
Langston Hughes: The Black Man Speaks
I swear to the Lord I still can’t see Why Democracy means Everybody but me. “The Black Man Speaks” from Jim Crow’s Last Stand (Worldcat) To say I’ve been feeling this acutely over the last few weeks is an understatement. I honestly think I’ve felt this way almost as long as I’ve been alive, but…
After the Love Has Gone
I’m Cecily, I’m a librarian, and I’ve come to hate reading. That’s not exactly true — my (barely) managed depression and (increased) anxiety have robbed me of the ability to process anything more than tweets, Facebook posts from the Hobonichi group, and texts from loved ones. Losing myself in novels and non-fiction is where I…