A place where I write
by Kate
I saw someone on Bluesky comparing that scene in so many disaster films, where hundreds of people have survived an event and are then rewarded with the relief of being reunited with their family and friends to the feeling they get seeing a familiar face showing up on Bluesky. I know the feeling all too …
by Kate
Having spent the summer with every manner of fan circulating air around our bedroom (and the rest of the apartment) it became next-to-impossible to hear any of the sleep podcasts we like, without blasting the audio in a way that wasn’t remotely restful. The past two nights, things were finally quiet enough to try listening …
by Kate
I can feel the malaise of “life after Blaugust” beginning to creep in. I noticed it first with how completely silent my Mastodon feed had become, and now I can feel it in my reluctance to open up a new post and click and clack some words on to a screen. Bluesky seems as bustling …
by Kate
I take for granted having grown up learning and speaking in English. As a language with a reputation for stealing the good bits from a bunch of other languages, there’s a part of it that could almost feel universal. And then, I hear a something that’s not entrenched in the realm of English as I’m …
by Kate
I’ve never been one for big celebrations. In theory, they sound fun, but in reality I’m almost always ready to tap out about 45 minutes in. The very premise of deciding to get married with a ceremony and a reception was honestly, horrifying to me. It’s odd, 6 years of competitive speaking, and still, somehow …
by Kate
This weekend, there was a kiss of red and gold on the tops of the trees as we drove around the state. And tonight we have our first frost warning. This is the difficult thing about fall, when it seems like it’s so far off, and then suddenly it just jumps in front of us …
by Kate
I don’t want to think about what I was doing 22 years ago. It feels cliche to rehash it at this point, because my story is the same as everyone else’s. It also feels wrong to think about it now. I think a lot about the obsession everyone had with the American Flag in the …
by Kate
You know the fable about the ant and the grasshopper? I’m feeling just slightly like the grasshopper right now. I’m not sure it’s possible to get to the end of summer and not have a bit of regret about the things I should have taken care of during the appropriate season. Part of my regret …
by Kate
The past 24 hours should have been like that refreshing plunge into something cold after being in a hot tub or a sauna. Instead, every window is tightly closed because we’re still being blanketed with smoke and our air quality alert is probably going to be extended for another day. I’m hoping maybe it will …
Continue reading “My heart’s not on fire, but there’s smoke in my eyes”
by Kate
I’ve been settling in at Bluesky, as Twitter seems to be doing everything it can to embrace becoming a hate mob. I’m getting a little better about the reflexive actions I used to take. There’s this muscle memory when it comes to always opening a specific app, or the address I type in when I …
by Kate
I’m pretty sure it would be impossible to be raised by my mother and not develop some sort of crafting hobby. I grew up wandering fabric stores and spending Saturday afternoons watching a bunch of people “birth” quilts they’d made in a day. At some point, I sewed and tied a small baby blanket for …
