Author: Lindsay Dianne

The timing isn’t lost on me. “so, this thing happened and it’s completely changed your life. what’s your dream?” I’m a little bit taken aback and I scramble to answer. “well I don’t plan things very well, you know? I’m lost most of the time and I’m not sure how to get where I want…

Somewhere along the road I transitioned from relating to Bart and Lisa to relating to Marge and Homer. These days I’m barreling towards becoming Abe. It is the natural progression for those privileged enough to get this much time. It is far from a negative aspect of living, it is the best case scenario. I…

I’ve written plenty about what it’s like for me to recall parts of my life as an immersive experience. When I look at a photo or hold an item I will often be transported back to a moment in surround. The smells and sounds and the way it all felt will flood in. I no…

In a recent conversation with a very long standing friend she described my former life in terms I’d never considered before. She said I had presented my life as though I was pitching a work in progress. As though this was a project we were working on with measurable future family goals. Ever the work…

I meet someone new and inevitably they’ll ask me, “what do you do?” The question generally pertains to a career. The way a person makes their money will dictate how a fair amount of their time is spent. A lot of people have put time and money towards becoming an expert in their field. A…

The concept isn’t a foreign one: push someone far enough and even the meekest can snap. In fact, I think there’s a TV show called “snapped” that talks about the phenomenon. You’ve heard people say that the quiet ones are the ones to watch out for? That’s probably because by the time they’re ready to…

A lot of people are telling me I’m doing well. I don’t really know what that means. A lot of people have said that they are impressed with how I’m handling everything. I don’t know what else I would be doing. I get things done between the meltdowns, I suppose. I try to save my…

I have a lot on my mind today. Monday’s are always weird because so much is closed over the weekend and I feel like I have been slacking (when reality I rarely slow down except to sleep). Sometimes it paralyses me and sometimes I somehow get my ass in gear and move. Today was the…

My mommy died a month ago today. It is hard to imagine as I navigate this kind of devastating experience that anyone would be able to hurt me with the same oomph they could before. It’s hard to imagine life goes on outside of this weird, peaceful longing. Yet, I know as well as any…

Well-behaved women seldom make history, so they say. I guess that’s why they hush us young. I guess that’s why they compliment us on the way we look rather than encouraging us to be curious about the world around us. There are hands on our throats and over our mouths from birth. The message to…