Author: marylowd

I know that the pieces of art carrying me through the hard parts of life were made by artists who don’t know how much I’m leaning on their work.

That’s why I keep writing.

The thirteen-year-old is awake in the middle of the night during a pandemic… trying to figure out how to make a hypothetical bakery profitable, so they can spend their life making cookies.

In an attempt to help Amy (the mop dog) and Hazel (the new kitten) figure out how to play together, I tied together two cat toys, a dog toy, and a shoelace. They both love the toy, but are basically bewildered by each other. Continue reading “Dogs and Cats Playing Together… or Trying To”

People seem to finally be accepting that it’s okay to refuse friendship w/people who want to take away their rights. But I think it goes farther.

I have trouble being friends w/ people whose friends want to take away my rights. Because they’ll bargain my rights for friendship. Continue reading “The Friend of My Friend is My…”

“When I was younger, I thought shorter people died younger… I think I just really internalized that Davy was the firsAs someone who can pass for Christian, it’s my experience that a lot of Christians are really nasty to non-Christians & really nice to Christians.

If you’re Christian & nice all the time, this nastiness may be invisible to you. Continue reading “False Christian Niceness”

“When I was younger, I thought shorter people died younger… I think I just really internalized that Davy was the first of The Monkees to die.” —the thirteen-year-old

Some days my rage at the sexism in this world is incandescent.

Other days, I swallow that flame and try to ignore how it burns me from the inside, so I can get by. Continue reading “Fiery Rage”

It is really hard to concentrate on writing a nice novel about a squirrel climbing a beanstalk up to a castle in the clouds with all this distracting world going on around me.

I kept calling our dog a baby luck dragon, and the seven-year-old didn’t know what that meant. So, we’re watching The Neverending Story.‬

I watched The Neverending Story over and over as a kid, both younger than and eventually around the same age as Bastian. The actor, Barret Oliver, reminded me of my cousin. Continue reading “Time Passes, “The Neverending Story” Stays the Same”

Brain: time for an existential crisis!

Me: what? Why?

Brain: you’re saaaaaaaad, probably time to rethink your whole career Continue reading “Identifying the Source of Sadness”