The Apocalyptic Thing About Change

It’s been a good eight months since I last camped out at Foyles. Considering this was an almost weekly haunt of mine before the world imploded back in March, it’d be surreal sitting back down here even if it wasn’t in a room where everyone is distanced in their support bubbles, masked and sanitized andContinue reading “The Apocalyptic Thing About Change”

The Impossible Thing About Self Worth (…and capitalism)

I sat across from my friend at the Market Hall in Victoria, warmly sequestered inside brick walls, surrounded by nine-to-five suits on their trendy lunch break, drinking the best latte I’ve had in months, wondering how on earth this beautiful person in front of me could possibly feel incapable. To me, she had so muchContinue reading “The Impossible Thing About Self Worth (…and capitalism)”

Tattoos Are Kind of Awesome

When I was twelve, as a birthday present, my parents had the less-than-stellar idea to let me paint my bedroom however I wanted. Because I was twelve, I picked a different color for every wall, and because my room was a square with the corner cut off, I got to pick FIVE colors. There was the green wall,Continue reading “Tattoos Are Kind of Awesome”

The Terrifying Thing About Content

Content. Whoof. There’s a word to casually instill fear on an otherwise unassuming Monday morning. I have fought many mediocre battles in my life, but the battle to create content is my longest-standing, and right now it’s sitting right around Kathy: 0, Content: 1,000,000.  Any time you find something to measure your self-worth with, life gets terrifying real quick. For (myContinue reading “The Terrifying Thing About Content”

I Promise I Don’t Hate Kids

When tasked to come up with one thing that every human is universally good at, I’d love to pick something nice. Like being kind, thoughtful, or patient. (Or funny – we should all be so lucky. Imagine a world filled with John Mulaneys!) But in the glaring light of this blog post, not to mentionContinue reading “I Promise I Don’t Hate Kids”

Grief, Or Something Like It

There are phone calls, and then there are phone calls. The second kind become great, memorable divides, minutes-long exchanges that separate Life Before and Life After. They’re the kind that tell you about something that’s already happened, while you’ve been blithely unaware, and suddenly the world shifts. You can’t unhave them and you can’t forgetContinue reading “Grief, Or Something Like It”

Bio Pages Are the Worst

First off, cards on the table, I’m writing this about myself. All-powerful-Oz reveal. So, if I go and write an entire bio page about myself in the third person, it feels unutterably pretentious. Whether or not that’s true, or if the queasy pompous- feels it triggers are really an impostor syndrome flare up, is upContinue reading “Bio Pages Are the Worst”

Great(ly Misplaced) Expectations

A true-story essay on balancing expectation against reality / that really thrilling post-college moment when you realize you have to figure some things out yourself, and your degree probably won’t help you as much as you think. The most enduring romantic comedies are the ones that start out as relatable and end with the impossible,Continue reading “Great(ly Misplaced) Expectations”

My Complicated Relationship with Gwyneth Paltrow

Sitting poolside at a stately home in the English countryside is probably not the best place to write this post. The sun is glowing across the grounds, I’ve got a gin and tonic, I’m fresh from a flower bouquet workshop, and I’m doing an excellent job pretending I don’t ever have to go back toContinue reading “My Complicated Relationship with Gwyneth Paltrow”