Thanks for Your Patience: The Human Cost of Getting Mad at the Wrong People It’s 5:52am on a Sunday, the day before I pack up my car to finish a move halfway across the country.

An essay on the humanity of people who work in call centers and just how deep in hell the bar for common decency is.

This is the correct end to this story. He's too cute.

Driving Without Music On Doing One Thing at a Time

Just popping in here to say I wrote a new essay about crying while trying to drive The Gap, presence and mindfulness (while somehow not talking about Mary Oliver), and give you both an Adam Sandler and a Barenaked Ladies deep cut.

Do I Dare? Thoughts on Félix González-Torres, impermanence, and living a full life

I fell in love with Felix Gonzalez-Torres through the work of the poet James Crews. I was lucky enough to get to engage with "Untitled (L.A.)(1991) at the Colorado Springs GOCA and, unsurprisingly, experienced deeply. If you're interested in such things, you can read about it here:

I gladly accept this mantle.

And we love you for it.

What it Takes to Start Again A Return to Running and to My Life

New post over on the stack about my practice of running, repetitive use injuries, and the way I simultaneously quit to easily and can't let go. For anyone finding their way back to themselves.

becomingsanctuary.substack.com/p/what-it-ta...

I'm Not Rushing Lessons in Going Slow to Go Fast

Calligraphy, tacos, and the practice of slowing down.

Little Human Things How an Orchid and Some Pickles are Saving My Spirit

Maybe you had a hard time getting out of bed this week, too. Here's a little love note about the little things that build us a bridge back to each other.

Joy is not made to be a crumb: On Artist Dates While the World is on Fire.

Gel pens, stickers, inner child work, and politicized healing. I wrote a new essay!

Right back atcha! Being fully awake and alive is A Whole Thing right now but we're doing it! 💛

Same. Mine is December 30th, 2016. I literally made the conscious decision not to hide out in the bottom of a bottle but to try to be of service instead. That decision changed everything.

Secondary Heat How Platonic Love Keeps Saving Me

In which I wax eloquent about my brief brush with the HVAC industry and queer platonic love.

None of Us Strangers On Queer Grief, My Inner Child, and Being Loved Well

I wrote an essay about All of Us Strangers. Basically, it wrecked me. But in a good way.

This poem found me this morning. I hope it helps. 💛

Mallory’s Substack | Mallory Everhart | Substack My personal Substack. Click to read Mallory’s Substack, by Mallory Everhart, a Substack publication. Launched 11 minutes ago.

I made a substack for longer form writing...if that's your jam, I'd love to see you. 💛

becomingsanctuary.substack.com

I have family in the area and that place is the absolute coolest. I love it so much.

Why? Because one of the diagnostic criteria is low BMI. Instead, they ignored all the other clinical indicators I did and didn't have and assumed I was sick because I was fat. I'm trying to figure out if I'm angry or defeated. A little bit of both.

Had surgery today. Found out that I've been misdiagnosed for literally a decade due to medical fatphobia. I have been to several specialists throughout the years and not one of them mentioned the thing that was actually wrong.

the arc of history is long. it's long as hell. it's just—whew. it's a long-ass arc, is all I can tell you.

Either way, very on brand.

Well, this speaks with breathtaking poignancy to the moment❤️.

Well...my divorce will be final in about a month so that was a wild thing to find when I logged back into this app. I haven't been brave enough to listen to any JRB this year.

I got that one suggested today, too. Absolutely awful.

A band I just learned about last week but really love is going to be in Denver in like four days and I don't know, guys, am I afraid of commitment?

Jason Robert Brown is the MONARCH of big divorced feelings. No one does it better.

Listening to Songs for a New World and feeling big divorced feelings with @utopologist.bsky.social as if we haven't been happily married for a decade.

This might have been the worst thing that ever happened to me.