First of all, my name is Horatio Cattus. I have both lived and died at the hand of Mr. Schrödinger (so named in my complaint). I must call out his callous apathy to my plight. His papers have consequences for all those who live in the darkness of such extreme…

Everyone asks this question — Curiosity surrounds these smaller structures, but people have lived in them through the ages. In my experience, tiny living is a matter of what you choose for yourself. When I started my journey, I asked myself how I wanted to live. What hobbies did I want to continue pursuing? What…

Every day, she walked up to the door with the question on her mind — is it open or is it locked? No day was the same. Sometimes, the door was unlocked long before she arrived. On other days, when she tried the knob, the door rattled its displeasure. Every…

Those who grew up with not-so-ideal family lives, trauma, or chaos never felt safe being themselves. Even as adults, we’ve struggled to become the people we are. It’s all too easy to hide behind our rote behaviors. The ones we used to cope with as children but don’t help us…

I reside in a tiny house that took nearly a year to put together well enough to live in it. The construction included plumbing, walls, insulation, flooring, and, unfortunately, seven new windows. And, of course, all the windows have shutters. The shutters came to us through the mail via a…

About twenty years ago, I lived in a suburban town with a sniper issue. Someone fired into several windows at night for a few weeks and killed a few people. Understandably, we were all frightened to a degree. Kids weren’t allowed to play outside. Every family locked their doors and…

She rolled over in her sleep, half-awake in the effort. The warm blankets dragged her deeper into that helpful abyss of REM sleep. knock, knock. Her eyelids fluttered open as she picked up her phone and waited for her eyes to adjust to see it. 3:00 AM, the bright green…

We only have so many spoons. — As I was listening to my meditation today, the narrator told the story of filling your vase strategically so you can theoretically get everything done. The vase story failed as a topic of meditation. I dwelled on how ableist the vase analogy was and why. (The original vase origin was…

I’m not going to even try — I’m about to hit the big four-seven. I could argue that my age is smacking me more than being hit. There’s something magical about waking up from sleep more injured than when you went to bed. If I started taking inventory of my body, I’d have to discard a lot…