life – The Pickle Writer

Januaryitis

Is it just me, or does January seem to deliver a complicated mixture of excitement and anxiety? Like, I’m super excited about all the things I want to accomplish this year… …to the point of being overwhelmed. I’m stoked to tackle all the things I got behind on during the holidays… …and yet, my headContinue reading “Januaryitis”

An Ode…or Something Like It

I just had a great realization of who I want to be in life. And it turns out I already am her. I’m a woman who reads weird fictional books; who needs moments of quiet and owns noise-cancelling headphones just to be sure; who loves her plants like they’re human children–all 53 of them; whoContinue reading “An Ode…or Something Like It”

I’m Not Pregnant. It’s Just Menopause.

I’ve spent hours debating whether or not to share this. Is it too personal? Should it be kept private? Will people judge me for it? Fuck that. First, some housekeeping. A disclaimer that this might be triggering for some. Also, a plea that this is not something I need fixed, solved, analyzed, or coddled. IContinue reading “I’m Not Pregnant. It’s Just Menopause.”

One Time, I Stole Gas…

It’s true. I stole gas. I was 17 or 18 at the time, minding my own business at work in the fish and animal department the above-pictured PetSmart in Superior, CO (the one that almost burned down in the Marshall Fire), when the intercom sounded: “Rachel, you have a call on line 1, Rachel, lineContinue reading “One Time, I Stole Gas…”

A Couch-Surfer’s Photo Journal

My time couch surfing between August 17 and September 27 was weird to say the least. But instead of dwelling on the discomfort, I decided to celebrate the opportunity for growth by sharing the photos I took throughout that time. The first night, Jess, Stevie, and all their fur babies welcomed me–a puffy, crying mess.Continue reading “A Couch-Surfer’s Photo Journal”

Making Lemonade

It’s been quite a summer. Lots of loss and therefore lots of cigarettes (sorry parents, I promise to quit again soon). I’ve had the unique experience of being “homeless” for a bit. Though, not because of shitty finances, but because I decided I needed to start a new chapter in my life, which meant leavingContinue reading “Making Lemonade”