Job burnout is a special type of job stress — a state of physical, emotional or mental exhaustion combined with doubts about your competence and the value of your work. Symptoms: Speaking or emailing in exclamation points—SURE I can do that! Ab-so-LUTE-ly! You’re the boss! Twitching eyes and/or gastrointestinal issues. Sitting in your car in the […]
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green fields lay covered under ash quiet years forgotten all at once time steep with fire does not trouble after life. __ This is an erasure poem for Yeah Write’s Challenge #353. Please join me and a bunch of other supportive writers by clicking on the badge. The original text is below:
Read More“Mommy, no, you have to keep the light on!” “Kiddo, it’s late.” “I’m . . . still nice, right?” “Yes, but remember, he sees you when you’re sleeping…” “Please, please just leave one candle plugged in, Mommy. I’m scared he won’t find us.”
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As a mom, especially a homeschool mom, some days are good – you get everything on your list crossed off and you feel like THE GODDAM QUEEN OF THE WORLD. Other days your child says NO to everyfuckingthing and you push and push and push until any possibility of enjoyment – much less learning – […]
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Content warning: Death and alcoholism It’s 1:00 a.m. on a Friday night and a Robin is singing outside my window. She startled me out of what I had hoped would be a good night’s rest. The many sounds of night have sidled up to me like a close talker–far away sirens, cars going too fast […]
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“Mommy, I’m a big boy now. I can take a bath by myself,” my eight-year-old son says as he slingshots his Batman underwear into the hamper and dumps a bin of Lego into the tub. I wish I could say out loud — explain to him like I would to a reasonable adult — why this is […]
Read Moreis when you knock on the door of the unmarked office building across the street from your very first apartment, because it has no sign and you’re bored and a little lonely since you don’t know anyone in town besides the crewcut who smells like feet in the next apartment, who won’t stop knocking even though you’ve arranged […]
Read MoreI began each day filling a handled vessel to the rim. Through fog, thick as policy, I drag my burdens to a fulsome abyss. Again. “You are no longer needed.” “But—” “No. Longer. Needed.” I turn into the light and dance away.
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Sleep has never come easy for me. My body accepts it with reluctance at best and rebellion at worst. On this particular night I am somewhere in between the two when a sense of unease sidles me. I feel the space around my body tighten and an awareness of a slight pressure between my legs. […]
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First you will have to get married to someone who, when he asks you on bended knee in a 250 square foot apartment in Manhattan surrounded by the sounds of honking horns and a toilet that won’t stop running, you pause. You pause. Even though he stares at you, leans toward you, clutching the receipt […]
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Pryvate Parts 