I am being smothered by a 10 pound cat tonight - in the best way, of course. She’s planted herself on my stomach and is keeping me warm....

It has been about 6 months since I left: “Miserable Energy and Gaslighting.” As happy as I am with my new career - my last job, I am sad...

New Year’s Eve Eve and am currently without my car. Unfortunate turn of events = my car is undergoing an extensive… uhhh… series of...

For the last 30 minutes I've been sitting on the couch scrolling through old entries and staring at my Christmas tree. Every color of...

A few weeks have passed since my last entry. Life is full of movement. I am sickened by the results of the election and am eating my...

The third anniversary of my dad’s passing is rapidly approaching. That whole era - his death and events leading up to it - I try to...

Another lovely weekend is here. Lovely? Lazy? Same thing? I am 34 now. claps…. 34 times! That’s right, as of 10/16 I am in my mid-...

If “the energy” from this past weekend could be manifested into a person, she would be: A nondescript woman with cherry brown hair,...

Someone recently asked me what hope meant to me. How I would define it (okay, let me just say it, it was in therapy.) I’ve been tripping...

Say what you want to about David Foster Wallace (A man who happened to be a writer who also had nothing to do with me) - and first of...

That’s a word I’ve been seeing a lot. Mostly about being pre-qualified for this or that. You weren’t expecting me to say I was pregnant,...

It was time for me to say my goodbyes to everyone that night. I was the first attendee to leave the intimate birthday gathering so many years ago. Too many years ago. He was on sidelines of the group that remained and mingled - towards the far right. Light blue jeans. Dark hair. Black shirt. Being himself. I knew even before I turned around that he was watching me walk to the other side of the room and out of the venue’s glass “Exit” doors. We were, for a time, that connecte

Sunday evening walked up to me and felt more like an acquaintance than a threat. Count that as the first “Sunday night before a workday”...

This is what I look like. Correction: this is an image I chose to show you. It is unedited. It is carefully angled to me make me look...

Let’s catch up, if you’re new here: My name is… the name of this website. I go by “Caitlin”, never “Catie.” I’ll be 34 next month, live...

Life is different now. I hesitate to say how. I will say I was hospitalized in June for 8 days. 8 slippery bananas on the Mario cart...

Question: What is there to LOVE and lose myself in other than writing, which is ultimately an extension of myself and my interpretations...

I haven't written here in a month which is a little sad (for me.) This is supposed to be my little island of happy nothings to revisit at...

*Wipes off small layer of dust* So, what's new that's worth reporting? What's new that I can RESPONSIBLY report? (note to self -...

"No one can tell what I lack." That's the title of a chapter in one of my favorite books, Red Comet by Heather Clark. The first time I...