Somewhere in the Distance

I’ve been taking an online workshop, mostly in preparation for trying to create one of my own. Now, cue the impostor syndrome, which kicks in…right…about…..now. Yep, right on cue. No sooner do the words “I want to teach my own workshop” or “have my own business” or “create something inspiring” leave the thought bubbles in […]

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Healing a Broken Heart

I have to come clean about something. I have spent a chunk of my winter break (six whole weeks) vacillating between despair and gratitude. It’s not that typical for me to be down around the Christmas holiday, but this year, I was feeling pretty low. With my semester grades due just a handful of days […]

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One Room at a Time

This is my first post of the new year, and I am surprised I made it to January 12 without putting together some thoughts for this little blog. When I am not steeping myself in British literature for the upcoming semester, I am often steeping in silence and stillness. However, I needed to get past […]

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It’s Time

On the recommendation of a good friend, I am reading The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs, the great-great-great granddaughter of Ralph Waldo Emerson. It’s a beautiful memoir about cancer and loss. You’d think this would be a depressing read but quite the opposite. Her tone is light, and her ability to tackle death with curiosity […]

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Doing Hard Things

I am sitting on my couch in front of a coffee table that’s usually filled with my son’s latest treasures. This week, it’s wind-up teeth that chatter ferociously, a game of pick-up sticks, a fidget spinner, some tape, a yard sale dinosaur, etc. After turning in my semester grades and completing a rather annoying school-wide […]

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I am 46. Hold My Broom.

  I turned 46 this month, and every year is the same. I always think back to my 25th birthday. I spent my 25th birthday alone. In memory, it was a weekend. There was a red rose I’d purchased for myself standing in a clear vase upon my coffee table (life before cats). I spent […]

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Without You, There is No Story

    Welcome to The Astronaut Wife. I am so glad you are here. For me, this has been my happy place, which is kind of odd, perhaps. But it feels like home. You see, I love writing more than just about anything, save my son and husband. I love a good story, too, and […]

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