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Buckle Up for the Bittersweet In the last few days, I feel like I've napped

In the last few days, I feel like I've napped more than I’ve been upright. Somehow, I'm still exhausted. I keep snapping at my husband over things that do not deserve that aggression. My back hurts, my hips hurt, my everything hurts - which is not news - but hurting while also being sad is a different animal than hurting while being fine.

Wednesday, October 14th, 2026 was one of the best days of my life.

That is precisely what's led me to this point... eating a cheese stick at 3:30 A.M. while I...

“Fingers. Knees. Spine. Stomach. Purpose.” by Mariah Tyler Moore BEEP.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I don’t open my eyes yet. Opening my eyes is a commitment and I’m not ready for commitments at 6:00 in the morning. Instead, I take inventory, the way that out-of-state doctor taught me to. Fingers? Swollen but functional. Knees? Jury’s still deliberating. Stomach? Already angry about something unknowable. Lower back? Screaming, but that’s just my spine paying rent in pain.

The dog is awake before me, which is a contest he absolutely invented and is very proud of...

The Arrow Points to Me? Yesterday morning I stood in the Paul C. Blau

Yesterday morning I stood in the Paul C. Blau Theatre at the Clark County Library and taught Write Like You Mean It: A Radical Resilience Workshop for Writers. My workshop. My slideshow. My workbook. My flyer on the library wall with a big arrow pointing to... me. To me?

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Two years ago, I opened a Google Doc and typed out a few goals. Number one on the list? I wanted my novels in at least one library. Longevity and all. Now? Six of my fiction books are in Las...

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Inaya Larson came home to Clover Valley to lick her wounds, not to blow the lid off of anything. One quiet reporting job at the county paper, that...