A place where I write
by Kate
We’re not even a full week into the month and October is already proving to be a little much: we’ve welcomed a new nibling into the family, it’s been a year since Ivory’s father was laid to rest, and this weekend we celebrate our first anniversary as a married couple. If there’s anything I’ve learned …
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 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
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
When we moved upstairs and gained a balcony, I’m pretty sure Ivory’s first plan was to figure out how to turn it into a garden. My hope was to attract birds, at some point, because everyone (cats very much included) in our apartment would enjoy watching them. Spring/summer of 2020, we went full-out container gardening, …
by Kate
03/03/2004 – 05/20/2022 I’ve had something of a tradition of writing to get through grief. It’s been a while since I last did it, literally 2006, so, 16 years I guess? The last time, it was in the midst of an ending and saying goodbye to someone. This time, it’s after the fact, and the …
