Musings
I have a hard time writing about my past. Not so much because it is difficult to talk about but because I feel that I am talking down on the people who raised me. It isn’t that. It is only my perception. The way I experienced the events as a highly sensitive person living inContinue reading “Walking Alone”
I moved out of my parents’ house when I wasn’t quite 19 years old. It was February of 2005. I was going to school at the local community college with a full course load but also worked a full time job. After moving out, I couldn’t afford to do both so I dropped out andContinue reading “I Have Always Wanted to Live”
I don’t mean funky in a good way, I mean getting funky like the funk, the fog, the deep dark spiral is near. I can feel it coming on. I cling to the few days of normalcy I have just experienced before it comes back to plague me. I know it is coming because prettyContinue reading “Getting Funky”
From what I hear, February is the month of love. I guess Valentine’s Day and all. Seven years ago, in February, I got engaged. We had a nine month old son and we were in the process of rebuilding our house. I had come over to the house with our son to check out theContinue reading “The Month of Love”
I try to take time on Sundays to rest. Having a chronic illness and post exertional malaise because of it can make even the simplest of existences exhausting. It is one of the symptoms that I despise the most and it often leaves me frustrated and angry. I feel unable to keep up with lifeContinue reading “On Being Tired”
I haven’t written a blog in a couple of years now but I once wrote two of them. One was all about my adventures in motherhood and the other was about our homeschooling life. That was before, though. For a while I was really lost and I guess I still am, a little. This pathContinue reading “It’s Been a While”
Hey there. I’m Tristan. I am from the Berkshires in Western MA. I’ve heard it is a pretty remarkable place, but I haven’t traveled enough to fully agree. I know people have traveled far and wide and still, they have come back here, to the Berkshires. I will have to take their word for it.Continue reading “A Quick Hello”
Tristan Manzolini 