Once again it’s 4am,
and I want to write a song.
For now, I’ll put these letters here,
‘bout days that feel so long.
Today, I think, like every day,
I want it all to end.
Not talkin’ ‘bout my life, of course,
but pain I cannot mend.
The loneliness is here for now, locking down my heart.
Deep and overwhelming, ever since the start that was
so sudden, solemn.
And took my breath away. …
I’ve been writing on Medium for more than two years now. In all this time, I’ve felt like the kid sister, perched at the top of the basement stairs, spying on all the older kids, trying to look chill while hoping to get noticed. And then, all that changed when I reviewed my earnings last week and realized — “Holy cow, I’ve already made 5 times what I earned last year — and it’s only November!”
A funny thing happens when you stick with something. Rather than just tell you about about my path, I’ll show you my actual numbers as evidence it’s worth staying the course. I want you to see how I’ve (slowly) transformed some initial earnings into income (and learning) that I’m proud of. I don’t need to tell you how much work goes into the writing life, and my story won’t launch you into Medium’s stratosphere — but it may offer some reasons to keep going. …
When I heard the news that Joe Biden had won the 2020 election, President Trump was golfing in Virginia.
Later, after watching Biden and Vice President-elect Kamala Harris speak to the nation, I listened to a podcast episode about Joe Biden on The Ezra Klein Show. And it was only then that I realized what we’ve really just gone through — and what we just survived as a nation: a failed coup attempt.
Klein said, “So that is it. That is it. Donald Trump has lost the presidency. Joe Biden is the president-elect. I don’t know what to say about the last week, y’all. …
Last night I went out for pizza at UNION, a fantastic restaurant in my town of Evanston, Illinois. It’s known for bringing the community together.
There was an outdoor concert in full swing nearby, so finding a seat in the beer garden was pretty hard to do.
A woman apparently noticed me scanning the seat-yourself tables, then generously invited my date and me to join hers.
“We have room for you over there,” she said, pointing toward her husband.
How very much like an Evanstonian, I thought.
We joined them, though it turned out to be one of the most infuriating exchanges I’ve ever had. …
If you’re struggling right now, I’m sorry, and I’d like to help. I’ve struggled, too, and know how dark life can sometimes feel.
My father was an alcoholic.
In the 1970s, my parents divorced.
In high school, I was sexually assaulted.
In 1993, I survived a fatal Amtrak crash.
In 1995 I lost my job.
In 2010, my father died.
In 2017, I divorced.
In 2018, my sister died. That same year, my car was stolen.
In 2019, I spent 10 days, including Christmas, in the hospital.
And in 2020, during a pandemic, I underwent major surgery.
Trust me, there’s plenty more, but that’s the extent of today’s CliffsNotes. …
At this critical time in history, we’re collecting reactions to the Biden/Harris victory, and we’ll post some of them in this living article.
In 250 words or less, share your story in the comments section below, or enter it in this Google Doc. If you need help starting, please consider these prompts:
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I’m Christine Wolf, Founder and Editor of Women This Way, a digital publication on Medium.com about real women, real stories, and navigation for success.
I launched Women This Way in 2019 as a way to help empower and elevate voices that need to be heard — and I’m thrilled to see our vital community growing every day.
We publish stories about real women and their lives.
Our topics include resilience, survival, vulnerability and mental health, and we’re always in search of more. …
If I ran into President Donald J. Trump in an alley today, this is what I’d want to say:
So you’ve partied with Jeffrey Epstein? You’re endorsed by White supremacy groups and far right extremists? You’ve appointed Cabinet members who aren’t even qualified for their jobs? While these are clearly deal breakers, the way you express your feelings about women — particularly your own female children — is what makes my skin crawl most.
In your overzealous efforts to project confidence, strength and power, you’ve alienated most allies and countless Americans — even those who formerly stood with you. Even worse? …
Surely you’ve heard about the scientific evidence showing that isolation, quarantines, lockdowns and social distancing can leave us feeling more than just secluded, alienated, empty or lonely. By now, you know these factors pose serious, long-term threats to both our physical and emotional health.
After all, we’re almost a year into a global pandemic, one steered by a rudderless administration blatantly ignoring the ongoing — and catastrophic — waves of concern and discontent. …
As the parent of a suburban Chicago high schooler whose education is currently 100% remote, I’m grateful our superintendent made the decision to prioritize the health and safety of our entire community over any demands to reopen during a global pandemic.
But recently, a friend requested that I share his urgent story about a nearby suburban Chicago high school just one town north of ours. He asked that I not share his name (or his family’s), and in a moment, you’ll understand why. I’ll refer to him as Bob.
Bob tells me that their partner, who teaches at nearby New Trier High School, has been (like all of their colleagues) working remotely since early last spring when the Illinois lockdown began. …