Category Archives: Book of Me
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In Review: 2022
Leave a commentDecember 31, 2022 by 8junebugs
1. What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before?
Renewed and pursued a very, very long-deferred dream: I’ve nearly finished my first book. -
In Review: 2021
1January 3, 2022 by 8junebugs
1. What did you do in 2021 that you’d never done before?
Smoked weed.Yes, really. I also didn’t drink until I was very nearly 21. I guess my early adoption tendencies just never extended to adult substances.
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In Review: 2020
Leave a commentJanuary 1, 2021 by 8junebugs
“Courage is inherent in all creatures; it is the quality that keeps them alive, because they endure. You can damage the creature, yes, and it may die…but as long as it lives and endures, each living part has as much courage as it can hold.”
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Once you run in the water*
Leave a commentAugust 7, 2020 by 8junebugs
So I’m a single sculler now. For the foreseeable future, it’s just me, myself, and I on the water in …
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One white journey to(ward) anti-racism
Leave a commentJune 4, 2020 by 8junebugs
tl:dr: Trust Black people when they tell you about their lives.
If it would help you to see what that looked like for a white person you know, one raised to “not see color,” my story is here.
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In review: 2019
Leave a commentJanuary 1, 2020 by 8junebugs
1. What did you do in 2019 that you’d never done before? Dumped a small boat? Developed a bikini wax tolerance? …
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In review: 2018
Leave a commentDecember 31, 2018 by 8junebugs
1. What did you do in 2018 that you’d never done before? Got a haircut that involves clippers. Also ran a Turkey …
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A farewell letter
Leave a commentDecember 17, 2018 by 8junebugs
Dear uterus — We’ve been through a lot together, you and I. I mean, we’ve been together from the start, …
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10 Motherless Years
Leave a commentNovember 2, 2018 by 8junebugs
Ten years is a long time. How did it pass so quickly?
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The Velocity of Loss
1September 12, 2018 by 8junebugs
This is the cadence of life after a certain point — we are increasingly grief-adjacent. The losses mount, and the understanding of the impact each person has on countless others grows.
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