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k. rowan jordan-abrams

here we go.

And, today I go to orientation. There’s not much more point to this post other than to say that, for some sort of keeping track such as this blog is (as opposed to my Twitter account, which has much more spur of the moment reflections). Despite that this isn’t, perhaps, quite the way I had envisioned my […]

one step forward…

I feel like I should have seen this coming. I have a long and complicated history of burnout, as those of you who have been around here for a while probably already know. I bounce through jobs like a revolving door met a Ferris wheel and had a good old-fashioned frolic in the new-mown hay. This […]

happy Christmas.

Although I am Jewish, my extended family — family by blood, family by marriage, and family by choice — is very interfaith. And I’m going to be honest, I find myself missing Christmas more than I imagined I was going to. Pre-pandemic, along with the traditional Chinese food, my family spent Christmas visiting. When I was a […]

I thought it would be easier…

Being home every night instead of away for two weeks to months at a time. Going back to school. Having a desk job. Being able to focus on my mental health, really focus on it, which has included being able to seek mental health treatment that wasn’t available to me while I was an over-the-road […]

seventeen

Somewhat belatedly, I am very happy to announce that I had a poem published by brave voices magazine. You can click through and read it here.

a save point

This week is Shabbat Shuvah, the Shabbos that occurs in between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. In English, it is the Shabbat of Return. It is a pause in the middle of the days of awe, the days of repentance. (It is also the twentieth anniversary of the September 11th attacks, but there are a […]

counting the days

Specifically, there are nine days left until the beginning of the fall semester. I am enrolled in three classes, and will, after this semester, have six classes left in order to finish my associate degree. It’s been seven years since I was a college student. Here goes nothing?

changes

Sometimes no matter how well you’re prepared for change to come, it still surprises you. Last Wednesday, I turned in the truck and my keys and resigned from my job. I’ve been contemplating what my life will look like after trucking for a while now, but the truth of the matter is that my entire […]

some reflections

Six days after my thirtieth birthday. There’s nothing actually different about thirty, but… At the same time, everything is different, in the way that things are different from one day to the next, from one week to the next, from one month to the next. From one year to the next. I was working on […]

time and grief

Quick note: Although I’ve done my best to be careful in the language that I’ve used, this post contains discussion of suicide. This weekend marks thirteen years, by the Jewish calendar, since my best friend killed himself. I was seventeen at the time; he was three years ahead of me and had gone off to college […]