Hello! My name is Courtney. I am 33 and was born in Ohio. I have lived in five different towns in Ohio. My first foray into writing online was two Ohio-focused blogs I kept. One I called This Ohio Life, in homage to the radio show/podcast This American Life.
I am named after my great-grandfather, whose middle name was Courtney. I was born on his birthday, too, 93 years later. When my mom found out what her grandfather’s middle name was, she knew she would name her daughter after him. When she realized that I would be born on his…
It happens without warning.
Nausea hits me full force.
A sense of imminent, inevitable
striking my soul.
f l o w s,
wet and sticky
from my head
into my chest.
It floods my lungs,
and surrounds my heart.
My breath s e i z e s in my throat.
I cannot breathe.
Has my heart stopped?
Catastrophe courses through my body,
electrical discharges of fear.
My limbs tingle with static.
I take a single,
The benzodiazepine starts working
where the panic began.
Muddying my cognition, stirring up sediment, and c l o u d…
I stare at my phone. I texted him ten minutes ago, asking what he wants for dinner. Why hasn’t he answered? He should have finished up with work at least twenty minutes ago. I switch to my calendar app, check his schedule. Yes, he finished work at 5 pm. He doesn’t have any meetings this evening… that he told me about.
I do a quick check of his socials. There’s nothing new on his Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter accounts.
According to the EPA, paper and paperboard made up 23.05% of the 292.4 million tons of waste in the United States in 2018. If you’ve wanted to reduce the paper waste you make but haven’t been sure where you should start, this list is for you.
Go paperless as much as possible.
Reducing the amount of paper you throw away (or recycle) is a quick change you can make. Switch from paying your bills via mail to paying online (set up automatic bill pay to save yourself time too). If you usually write down your to-do lists or shopping…
a parasite, such as a tapeworm, that lives inside its host.
It’s a sneaky, slimy monster,
the boogeyman under your bed.
A relentless, unforgiving stalker.
That uneasy feeling you get,
alone in the dark.
It’s wherever you are,
whenever you are there,
in your head,
in your heart.
Waiting for you to slip up.
To not be perfect.
Waiting for you to make a mistake.
Waiting for you to have a bad hair day.
Waiting for you to rest.
Waiting for you to overindulge.
Waiting for you…