I have trouble remaining aware of my surroundings, and as a kid it was worse. When teachers called on me in class, I rarely heard them. Even waving a hand in front of my face and saying, “Earth to Bryn!” wouldn’t always snap me out of a trance. Trigger warning for talk of suicide.
I spent my childhood voraciously testing out various paths to Passion. In my teens I discovered photography. All the way to art school, I raced through life with a camera surgically attached to my face. I reveled in the idea of living behind the camera instead of in front, the jaded recovery of an only-child. […]
I’ve never been able to wrap my head around the idea of one day of cooking and having meals done for a month. Apparently, it can be done. One giant grocery store trip, and a weekend in the kitchen can supposedly yield a month’s worth of dinners. To be honest, I don’t have the attention […]
Several years ago, I tried NaNoWriMo but didn’t get very far. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I am an essayist and short story writer. I don’t have the attention span to hold onto a topic for long enough to churn out a whole novel. I like the words I string together to be […]