![May, if it doesn’t kill me first [Memoir]](https://andreawrobel.files.wordpress.com/2018/05/molly-walsh.jpg?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "May, if it doesn’t kill me first [Memoir]")
It’s the third day of May. I wake up feeling warm to the bone, something I had not felt since last summer; something I barely remember. Every year, it’s a new feeling, like my body resigns to never feel true, persistent warmth again. For the first time in 2018, our apartment smells fresh like potable … Continue reading
I’ve been off social media for 15 days. I woke up two Mondays ago having reached a breaking point after replaying myself crying in frustration the day before because I couldn’t get a lid off a jar. My partner asked me what was wrong and I said, “It’s too much. Social media is just too … Continue reading
*tw assault, harassment This morning @timesupnow shared a text-based image that began, “We hope women are encouraged by today’s verdict.” I immediately thought of the Beck Taxi driver who groped my chest last August before I got out of the car. How I called the police and learned I had to press charges for the … Continue reading
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
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
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
“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
