Writing With Abandon

Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.

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  • In September, not too long after my car accident, I scheduled an eye exam that had been on my list for a while. Both of my parents wear glasses, but my sister, Tillie, and I had never needed them. My dad has had a few eye problems throughout his life, including cataracts and a detached…

  • I’ve lost my streak of writing one day ahead because I wrote two slices on Wednesday and got to schedule two days ahead, then didn’t slice yesterday, grateful for the cushion. But that means I’m stuck here with a loss of what to write! I almost starting slicing about my love of musicals (we saw…

  • 5:58. I know it will be close to 6 before I even reach my arm out to tap my phone screen. It’s Friday morning and I’m tired. Not just the exhaustion of a long week but exhaustion from a late night. Doing what, you might ask? Nothing out of the ordinary! No late-night Thursday parties…

  • Every day I take Phoebe out for a couple of walks to loop around our block. Though our building’s entrance sits on a loud, busy two-way street (with a 40 mph speed limit!), our balcony looks out over a quaint neighborhood where kids ride their bikes alone and locals go for jogs and house cats…

  • “Amy, Dev, Mer, can you hang back at the end of the call?” Rafa asked before the rest of the team jumped off. Our colleagues logged off and I settled into my chair. “Amy, I asked you to stay back just for a minute to clarify one thing about L’s Ecuador itinerary,” Rafa started, with…

  • I woke up, again, without any idea of what to slice about. This is going to be harder than I thought. (But I guess that’s why they call it a challenge!) I told P last night that I missed the spontaneity of in-person work, how slices really do just appear when you are interacting with…

  • I arrive 10 minutes early and the class is already packed. Yoga mats are squeezed up against each other, just a hand’s width apart. Five in each of what looks like seven or eight rows. “Hi sweetheart,” the instructor, Susie, says to me as I carefully enter the room. “Find a sticker and center it…

  • Day two and I’m already scrambling for what to write. I could probably wait until inspiration hits today, but I’ve decided instead to participate in the monthly REPORT trend — first seen as a leftover slice idea on Elisabeth’s blog. My coworker, Teghan, also does a sort of monthly round-up on her Substack, Field Notes,…

  • P’s phone buzzes, and I shut my eyes tighter. Sleep still has its arms wrapped around me, my head heavy, my body warm under the covers. It buzzes again. What time is it? I whine inside my head. I roll over and tap on my phone screen: 6:48am. Ugh. A Saturday morning when I might…

  • How will I choose to use my time? (This time being the 8 minutes before my workday begins.) I’m choosing to slice. I saw Ana’s call in our KLA Slicers WhatsApp group chat. I saw Kim’s slice waiting to be read in my inbox. I have Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals…