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  • 🧠 Brain Static #9

    How lucky are we that blinking doesn’t make noise? Imagine hearing: blinkblinkblink all day long. No thank you. Except… sometimes when I blink, I do hear it. It’s this tiny little sound that apparently only I notice. So now I’m wondering— is blinking actually silent… or are most of us just lucky enough not to…

  • Sunday Things #9

    This week felt like my body and my life were operating on two completely different schedules. My body wanted heating pads, pain patches, hot baths, a recliner, and for everybody to leave me the hell alone. My life said: Cool. Anyway, you’re going back to work. The kids miss you. Your sister needs help. There…

  • 🐇 Down the Rabbit Hole #2: Bananas Are Weirder Than They Have Any Right to Be

    I learned something about bananas. And unfortunately, I kept looking. It started with this: The bananas we eat are basically clones. Which sounds fake. So naturally, I needed to know more. Most of the bananas you see sitting in grocery stores are Cavendish bananas. And unlike the wild bananas they came from, the bananas we…

  • Between the Lines #7

    The Dark I write about darkness a lot. Night. Shadows. Moonlight. Ghosts. The things that hide in corners and the things we carry where no one else can see them. If you’ve read much of my writing, you could probably assume I find some kind of comfort in the dark. And maybe sometimes I do.…

  • 🕷️ Learning to Look Closer #9 — I Looked. I Regret It.

    Usually, Learning to Look Closer is about noticing the things we might otherwise miss. The light coming through the trees. The colors hiding in a sunset. The tiny details we walk past every day because we’re too busy looking somewhere else. It’s supposed to be about slowing down. Paying attention. Finding something beautiful in the…

  • 🧠 Brain Static #8

    You can actually die from laughing. Yes. Literally die laughing. It’s extremely rare, but intense laughter can sometimes trigger serious problems with your heart or breathing—particularly if there’s already an underlying medical condition. So apparently when something is really funny and you say, “I CAN’T BREATHE. I’M FUCKING DYING.” you’re being dramatic… but not entirely…

  • Sunday Things #8

    Last Sunday, I ended Sunday Things by asking for one very simple thing: Significantly fewer bodily fluids. And eggs. Specifically— no more fucking eggs. 😂 I am pleased to report that nobody vomited eggs on my phone this week. So. Technically? The universe listened. Barely. Because there was still poop. There was pee. There were…

  • History After Dark #4: The Vampire Panics

    Peter Plogojowitz had been dead for about ten weeks when the people of Kisiljevo decided they needed to dig him back up. Not because there was any question about whether Peter was actually dead. They believed he was killing them. It was the summer of 1725, and over the course of about a week, nine…

  • Between the Lines #6

    When the Night Whispers Your Name There’s something unsettling about hearing your name when no one said it. Maybe you’re lying in bed. Maybe the house is completely quiet. And for half a second, you could swear someone called you. Not loudly. Just enough to make you stop. Listen. Maybe even look over your shoulder.…

  • Learning to Look Closer #8

    I almost didn’t take this picture. There wasn’t anything particularly exciting happening. I wasn’t somewhere new. There wasn’t a perfect, wide-open view of the sunset. There were just trees. A lot of them, actually. 😂 Branches everywhere. Power lines near the bottom. One tree that looks like it gave up on having leaves before everybody…