watering with words
The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →
My Papuchi promoted deep suffering on Good Friday. He was a devout Catholic, and as such, was super into the guilt and sacrifice movement. It was hard to feel guilty and sad on Good Fridays, though, because my cousins would come into town for Easter which would, honestly, make for an incredible time. Simpler times,... Continue Reading →
Writer’s block showed up this week like an unexpected visitor that seriously overstayed their welcome. It got me thinking about a time when some “cousins” came to stay with my family back in the 90s. ::insert hard eye roll:: They stayed for what felt like forever. It was the experience that taught me that I... Continue Reading →
This week was a doozy. I don’t always battle it out with myself - but when I do, it’s brutal. Quitting my job to discover my true purpose has been a bumpy ride. I know that anything worth having in this life requires patience and sacrifice. I know that it will all be worth it... Continue Reading →
Scroll to the bottom for a vlog version of this post. Growing up as an only child, I struggled with being alone. I didn’t know this at the time, but I longed for someone who understood me and my life experience. I could never grasp why the people around me with siblings didn’t get along... Continue Reading →
It’s women’s history month, so you know I gotta write about women. News flash: Being a woman is hard. Not even going to get into the physical stuff that women have to endure - just kidding, I am. Menstrual cycles? Are you kidding me with this shit? I don’t know if I’m alone here -... Continue Reading →
Hello, my name is Erika and I avoid confrontation at all costs. It’s a huuuuuuge problem for me because it also means that I’m terrible at setting boundaries. If someone says or does something to make me feel uncomfortable, I choose to wallow in the misery that it causes rather than deal with it in... Continue Reading →
If you’re like me, you’ve said some harmful things about your body before. You’ve looked in the mirror and you’ve cursed the gods for making you so flawed. Raise your hand. Nod your head yes. Throw your hands up in Amen. It’s okay. You’re not alone. My husband and I bought a house closer to... Continue Reading →
Greetings from Page, Arizona! Took a guided tour of the Antelope Valley Canyon this morning and learned that self-guided tours are no longer permitted because taggers, litter bugs, and daredevils ruined it for the rest of us. Our tour guide, an incredible Dine (pronounced Di Nay) woman, shared with us a brief history of the... Continue Reading →
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