Noelle Anderson
It’s exciting to think about writing and talking to You every day. When I sit down to type (or stand sometimes, because I heard that’s healthy), I don’t have to deal with wearing that government-issued blanket of anxiety for a while, and whatever twists the back of
by Noelle AndersonWhen I was a kid, my mother and my older cousin got into a fight over a parking space at a restaurant. They jumped out of the car and started hurling what we call in the Midwest “cuss words,” a mix of profane phrases crafted to let a listener know
by Noelle Anderson“Untitled, Because I Didn’t Want to Pick.” “There are two types of ____” That’s what we say To make sense of a world that is without limits Full of animals we haven’t seen In places when will never go I read on a food wrapper (or two) That
by Noelle AndersonI’d like to share a poem I wrote this week. If you’re not wearing a turtleneck and drinking a small, arrogant cup of coffee right now, go ahead and get suited up. Then come back: “Say … What?” I read I write I live I speak But what do
by Noelle AndersonThey say that there are no stupid questions. They are wrong. Because there has never been a sentence that has wrought more ire from me then the title of this post. It typically sneaks up on you at the end of what would have been a fantastic, multiple choice question
by Noelle AndersonI had the pleasure of attending a very small, very socially distanced surprise birthday party a few days ago. It was a group of artists in exile – actors, musicians, and event producers that have to stop working until people are able to gather safely again. After we took turns getting
by Noelle AndersonYesterday I had my first panic attack. It was a five-hour ordeal as crippling as everyone describes, and the fact that I am writing about it today would have been considered a miracle in the world I knew a couple dozen hours ago. It was a dark place. Not like
by Noelle AndersonI meant to get in here last night and hang out, but I fell asleep watching the convention. The brief feeling of hope that TV shows can bring kinda just lulled me into a peaceful slumber. I woke up this morning bummed. I’ve missed it here. In any event,
by Noelle Anderson