I love mornings. And I hate waking up early. Like, truly loathe it. Anything that starts with a 5? Nope. Not happening. I’ve spent years trying to wake up at 6am to write or read
I’ve become pretty terrible at making decisions. It’s not that I make “bad decisions”—in either the classic definition or the one that stems from 90s-era church camps. It’s that I almost never choose anything wholeheartedly.
Tuesdays are now train days. In this new life, I take the first train out of Harrisburg at 5am on Tuesday mornings. I regret this decision when my alarm goes off at 4am in the
I started campaigning to go to public school near the end of 8th grade. Like almost every major decision I’ve ever made, I spent an impressive amount of time waffling between pros and cons, ultimately
Last week, Jenny used a gift card to buy a hanging chair for her room. This has been a years-long dream. She did all the things to make it happen—things with studs and joists and
It’s the middle of January and I’m in the waiting place. You know the place? It’s the one where you are floating on a single stepping stone and you can’t confidently plan your next move