Every week, a stanza. Loose, unstructured, random, ever-changing, unable to predict what's coming next.Sound familiar? Pulled from journal entries, free writes, and my memory that these days seems to be part dream, part reality. Starting the week shelter in place started (March 16, 2020). I'm posting back in time first, and then when I catch… Continue reading 2020 Hindsight Project
Blog: Latent Lollygagger
Who is the Latent Lollygagger?
My childhood nickname was "lollygagger." My blog started out as a regular practice for me to both quell my latent lollygagger by establishing momentum in my writing and to indulge my lollygagger side by slowing down enough to notice my inner self. My lollygagger self is always framed by anxiety and depression. Instead of hiding… Continue reading Who is the Latent Lollygagger?
Latent Lollygagger: A New Beginning
Because after the grant goes in, she goes to a magical town in the mountains where church bells ring all day, where twilight catches the painted walls and bricks and turns them soft and mysterious, where locals in feathered costumes dance down the cobblestone streets, where the sunset tastes like mezcal and jicama tacos.
Latent Lollygagger: Caring is Sharing
It’s relieving to think I don’t have to care about everything. That I, Erin, don’t have to have an opinion and honestly it won’t really matter. I don’t care enough to be informed about everything, meaning I’m not informed enough to have an opinion, meaning I’m not opinionated enough to express my views to anyone.
Latent Lollygagger: Have My Heart
Somewhere between fifth grade and sophomore year, I’d developed the part of my brain that convinces me I suck and everyone will think I’m a failure.
Latent Lollygagger: Too Much
Maybe I can’t change the whole world to make it better than it is now, but I can improve my little corner of the world, my little sphere of influence and passion. Maybe not cleaning up the whole house, but just the kitchen.
Latent Lollygagger: Timing is Everything (A New Year’s Story)
A story for new years if you’re not quite feeling reborn.
Latent Lollygagger: Time
When dealing with a change of the clocks and therefore a change in schedule, for those of us who overthink, it seems almost comforting to rearrange the entire day—look at us, we can engineer the most efficient, most logical, most pretty-on-paper schedule. And then, inevitably, because the plan is so perfect, it must be our fault that we failed at sticking to it.
Latent Lollygagger: Doing Dishes
If you were to list the sounds you associate with safety and comfort and ease, what would you include? A favorite song, perhaps? The voice of a loved one? The sound of the ocean or leaves gently rustling in the wind? I’m home alone this evening, and after a magical October-in-San-Francisco sunset, enjoyed on the… Continue reading Latent Lollygagger: Doing Dishes
Latent Lollygagger: Paradox
If all I’m doing is fighting my brain, then I have zero room for anything else.
Latent Lollygagger: Return
It’s hard to return to something, like writing a blog, that you’ve been away from for a while. Especially when the world is on fire.
Latent Lollygagger: Aging
Now that I’m 40, I have all my shit together.
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