Weird, isn’t it? I’ve been cycling through the Kubler-Ross stages of grief in a way that is both familiar to the human experience and foreign, as a pandemic of this magnitude is beyond the life experience of most living things on this planet, save some ancient trees and ecosystems. Mostly I’ve settled into the necessity…
Author: EAB
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As of today, April 15th, there are only forty days left to May 25th, my due date, or the metric by which all my medical caregivers concur that my daughter will be fully developed and ready to take her first independent breath… give or take a few days. We can only be so precise when it…
(Im)Balance
I have been trying—and not very hard, I might add—to pick up the pen again. It’s not been easy. Mostly because I’ve been trying to write and not actually writing. My problem isn’t rooted in anything as mundane or purely fictitious as writer’s block. I don’t believe in Writer’s Block. (Phillip Pullman once said at a…
20/20
Ultimately, the goal is to get something done, if only to put down something after a life-rrrreally-got-in-the-way hiatus. 10-line, 11-syllable terza rima, here: 20/20. You are more than this gradual expansion, more than the taut lengthening of the tendons, or shifts in the centers of gravitation. All systems are preoccupied with functions in constructing your channels, your inner sparks,…
Frayed Knots
I really really really really really had to put something down on a page today. It’s an 11 x 17 in a stupendously early draft form, but it dissolved some of the cobwebs in my brain, making this post altogether worth it. ♥ EAB Fear From the tiny, perhaps trivial – wasp wings and spidery spites – to…
Rebirth of the Spool + Need(lework)
Since my lifepace switch got stuck in turbo mode a while back, it’s been harder than differential calculus to find the time to sort out the transfer of my web host and domains to a new one that doesn’t get hacked every thirty seconds. A couple of weeks ago, however, I had no choice but…
(a sunflower by any other name)
I’m getting married in October, and among the millions of decisions I have to make between now and the hour of my wedding, I also have to make a decision about whether to change my name. ::siiiiiigh:: I’m a self-identifying feminist—and a vitriol-spitting, fire-breathing one of late, given this Hobby Lobby disgrace—and I have never…
The First Year!
Ministers of Grace: Cherubim & Seraphim was released one year ago today! If you still haven’t read it, check it out here.
You can’t really plan life, can you?
The man I love and with whom I intend to spend the rest of my life formally asked me to marry him last Saturday night (6/14). Yet even though I knew that day was coming—we’d been discussing it for weeks, and we even chose my engagement ring together—I hadn’t fully anticipated what would come next:…