MY LIFE THIS MONTH IN 8 PARTS. 1 — It’s a full moon. We spent the morning looking for it not realizing it was on the dark side of the earth. “Let’s check for it every hour until we see it,” I said. “Deal?” You said deal but every 40 minutes or so you asked … Continue reading
Author Archives: Andrea Wrobel
What No One Tells You About DNA
My last post garnered more interaction that I thought it would. Thank you to everyone who has acknowledged my story with their own personal history and/or kindness. It can feel like we are travelling through this chaotic space alone, disconnected, as though the trauma, the changes we endure are felt and believed only by oneself; … Continue reading
On Being Diagnosed with an Incurable Autoimmune Disease
I’ve been holding onto a $45 bottle of wine for 8 months. It was gifted to me and I accepted it lovingly. It sat beside our fridge (where the wine goes, in a perfect little corner) while I bought $14 bottles to drink instead of this gifted $45. I wondered when I would open the bottle, … Continue reading
UnAware, a short story
“I am aware I am breathing in–” Laying on our backs we moved one arm from our side, swept it up into the air, and landed it beside our ear. Her in’s floated upward, mingling with the air above us as if to indicate we were only halfway through the– “I am aware I am … Continue reading
Farewell 2017 / Hello Dear 2018
Resolving means to decide firmly on a course of action. Our lives take different paths. For me, I am closing the chapter on a volatile block of time that provided me with little guidance and routine. What I’ve missed is an accountable plan of action. My projects and goals fall to the wayside because they … Continue reading
One Good Thing: Reflections on a 1/3 Life
The history of my life so far can be divided with a linear, black, textured smudge on a smooth white surface as big or as small as you can imagine. On one side is my conscious life – the life I am currently living. The side I am currently on. On the other, is my … Continue reading
The Bad Boss of Can Lit is a Womxn
I can’t remember if I’d read “Mad Shadows” in university because I only got deja vu once while reading this book but it was enough to spark memorial inquiry into whether this was a text I was supposed to read, but didn’t. I studied English Lit and Film Theory, I worked part to full time hours at … Continue reading