đŽ Played Dragon Quest on Android. Gorgeous pixel remake of the foundational JRPG. Super fun! đ˛
Planet Word Museum in Washington, DC
Hi there! I'm Kimberly Hirsh. My pronouns are she/ her/hers. I'm somebody's mom. I work as a school librarian. I have a PhD in information and library science. I love to read, play tabletop and video games, and make things. I used to perform in theater and improv comedy and I may one day again. I have been extremely online since 1993 and still enjoy tinkering on the web. I manage multiple chronic illnesses. I'm married to my kid's dad. We have a cat.
Want to get in touch? You can reach me by email.
Recent posts
đđŻď¸ Read Once & Future Vol. 1: The King Is Undead by Kieron Gillen and Dan Mora. Arthuriana and a story about the nature of stories, plus a kickass grandma. Looking forward to reading more. đĄď¸
đŹđ “What did I learn today about how to live this life?” This question applies to a lot more than writing.
Catapult | On Writing (with a Day Job) | Richard Mirabella catapult.co
đ A surprise The Locked Tomb book! Yay! đ
đđş At Electric Literature, Meera Vijayan writes about the value of seeing Alina Starkov build her strength a little at a time in the face of staggering self-doubt and how good representation doesn’t always require “strong” female characters.
I feel both seen and attacked by this Lit Hub piece that says the literary character who shares my Enneagram type (4) is Dorian Gray.
I’m available for work starting September 7. Ideal employed situation is part-time, remote, at least $1500/mo. Also open to contract work. My superpowers are research design, qualitative analysis, workflow organization, clear writing, & speaking.
Putting yourself back together
I’ve written before about how matrescence is like kintsugi: having a baby shatters you and the living you do after you have the baby puts you back together with shiny gold holding you together. But I haven’t articulated how putting yourself together is a long process.
Meg at Sew Liberated writes today about the twelve year project of making a skirt that she started when she was a new mom and only finished recently. Her oldest is 12.
Part of the kintsugi of matrescence is finding the pieces. I misplaced a lot of mine in the time after my son was born. He’ll be 5 in October. I’m gathering the pieces but a lot of them are still in a pile waiting to be stuck to the me that’s here now.
I find them in moments when I’m doing something and suddenly feel more me than I have in a very long time. When I stay up late coding. When I watched the Stephen Sondheim 90th birthday concert. When I talk through a research design with colleagues.
Putting yourself together is an ongoing project; we’re each a big Katamari ball of experiences and interests. (How’s that for a dated reference? Have I mentioned I’m 40?) In my case, at least, that ball got blown apart. It’s encouraging to find all its bits are still within reach.
Today my (medical) doctor called me and when I answered, she said, “Hello, Dr. Hirsh?”