2026 NOTE: My diagnostic situation has changed since I wrote this. See this post and the series of posts starting here for more information. I wasn’t sure quite how I was going to put this, but I knew it was something I was going to have to say sooner or later. After much internal debate and struggle, I’ve settled on this phrasing: I don’t do well with ambiguous sensory input. Let me explain. I don’t like being in a dimly lit room (actually dark is… Read More »Obscured
2026 NOTE: My diagnostic situation has changed since I wrote this. See this post and the series of posts starting here for more information. I try not to regret. Oh, sure, little things like saying the wrong thing when I was trying to engage in small talk. I’ll regret those. I really regret those. But I try not to regret the big things. It’s possible I’ve been overly influenced by the Hallmark-type movies where the protagonist wishes in passing that they’d never… and then finds out what… Read More »Regret
2026 NOTE: My diagnostic situation has changed since I wrote this. See this post and the series of posts starting here for more information. It was Adam who recognized the state we were in. “We’re living in Low Power Mode.” It’s true. Some pretty basic tasks have been disabled to save power for the things we can’t survive without. But unlike a phone, we can’t just plug ourselves in until we’ve charged enough to leave Low Power or Battery Saver Mode. Humans are more complicated.… Read More »Battery Saver
I have a complicated relationship with my voice, which I don’t think is uncommon among singers. In fact, I think a complicated relationship with your skills and talents is not uncommon regardless of what they might be. Sometimes I love my voice. I can hear power and strength, softness, tenderness, clarity. I can hear all the work I’ve put into learning how to use it. I can hear the emotion I’m trying to convey. And I really, really love it. Other times I hate my… Read More »Love It or Hate It
2026 NOTE: My diagnostic situation has changed since I wrote this. See this post and the series of posts starting here for more information. Have you ever run down a steep hill? Maybe it was a sidewalk, maybe it was a sand dune. Maybe it was a grassy knoll. Doesn’t matter, the principle is (more or less) the same. When you’re running down a steep hill, you’re never really totally in control. Maybe your heels are skidding as you try to keep from falling over.… Read More »Slippery Slope
We bought stickers from one of those custom branding places where you upload your logo and you can put it on all kinds of merchandise. We just thought, “I wonder if we could get stickers printed,” and then we did. Three sheets of twenty. We had a coupon code and took it out of the EP budget and in the grand scheme of things it wasn’t too bad. Why do we need stickers? Well, officially, we’re going to stick them on all our equipment and… Read More »Stickers
2026 NOTE: My diagnostic situation has changed since I wrote this. See this post and the series of posts starting here for more information. There’s something about holidays that calls to nostalgia. And among holidays, for me, Christmas is the one that stirs up memories like more or less nothing else. And then those memories set off other memories and… well, I cry a lot around the end of the year. Nostalgia, my quick Google search tells me, is widely considered to be a good… Read More »Holidays, Nostalgia, and Grief
2026 NOTE: My diagnostic situation has changed since I wrote this. See this post and the series of posts starting here for more information. The year we first moved out of our parents’ homes and into our first place together, we bought all kinds of new Christmas decorations. And we kept them conveniently stored in the trunk of our car. We kept them there until the joyous day we had decreed that we would take them into the house and decorate. The day we called…… Read More »Trunk Day
