Happiness through misdirection
Navigating a never ending existential crisis featuring ADHD, creativity, mental health, the meaning of life, and even more things I spend too much time thinking about.
This week I’ll be leading the very first meeting of The Top Secret Writing Club, an after school enrichment program for 4th and 5th graders. I try to learn from everything, which is actually not as great as it sounds, because sometimes you end up looking for meaning where there is none. But I know…
I think most writers have imposter syndrome. It’s been made worse, for me, with my ADHD, anxiety, and depression, although those last two seem to go along with writing. But it’s hard to feel comfortable just saying “I’m a writer” if you’re using some imaginary watermark to determine if that’s true. Do I write? Well,…
Our friends’ 11 year old son passed away this morning. He had been fighting cancer for a long time. He and his family had been fighting so hard for so long that the fact that this is how that story ended fills me with unbearable rage. We weren’t close to his family and most of…
I suppose it’s rare in this day and age to have enlightening, intellectually stimulating conversations with people who hold different beliefs than you. But it happened. And it has stuck with me. The person I was talking to is a Christian, a liberal Christian, who was raised in the faith and who has built her…
I was looking at my laptop, browsing books, ready to order something. Our older son asked me what I was doing. I told him I was going to order a book that would hopefully arrive in a few days. “But you don’t read books,” he said. I managed to hold back my tears. Our kids…