Start with the words “My hair…”
My hair won’t stop shedding. Everyone warned me about the postpartum shed and up until my daughter was about six months old, I thought maybe I’d avoided it. I’m doing all the things: exercise, prenatals, healthy diet. But alas, my pregnancy was delightfully boring and normal—it appears my postpartum is, too.
This week on #FactorySettings @justjeren and I talk about the elephant in the room. MONEY! We talk about when we first became aware of it, how it affected our parents' divorces, how much we spent on our addiction, being dependent, financial insecurity and so much more!
https://bridgetphetasy.substack.com/p/factory-settings-17#details
I continue my series with Thomas de Zengotita as we go through his book Mediated chapter by chapter. This week the topic is identity politics and we cover a lot of ground. #WalkInsWelcome
Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.
We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.
This writing prompt immediately brings to mind one summer in the late 1980s when I nearly murdered my cousin.
Hummingbirds play. Squirrels and birds and bees go about their business. Hope comes outside to investigate and disrupts the squirrel eating a fallen orange from the orange tree. All the critters scramble and Hope meanders back inside after doing her business in the yard and sniffing around.
The orange tree is blossoming and also bearing fruit. The kumquat tree is exploding with tasty sweet tart citrus bursts from all the rain. More coming tomorrow. You can feel it in the air. The hummingbirds reappear.
The grass is green, I’m glad I made the effort and put in the investment to grow it. Always leave a place better than you found it. I’m burning this view into my brain, viewing it differently, the way you view something when you know it will soon be a memory.
