October 3, 2026 Bedtime Stories

I started today with a sense of dread, bracing myself to continue the monotony of a full time student, mother, wife. Wanting instead to hide from the world. I know there is nowhere to hide from these things. They are apart of me.

My days are full before I ever reach the page. I’m a full-time student, a mother, and I also work part time at a nonprofit. Writing doesn’t happen in long, quiet stretches for me. It happens in the margins — between responsibilities, after long days, and in moments I have to protect on purpose.