First of the Season

There’s so much greenery this year that the seedlings often can’t complete, but they’re made for this land. They’ll keep coming back.

How It’s Been

There’s the kind of burnt out where you can still write about it, and then the kind of burnt out where you can’t.

It’s Fall and I’m Different

I’m not sure what type of Seasonal Human I am.

Brace, Ebb, Theft

When I make light of this season—either because I’m afraid of it, or embarrassed that it’s happening to me, or something else—I rob myself of the chance to feel my way through into whatever comes next.

Perfectionism, Process, Patterns

How do I write about talking about how writing is hard?