Writings

Micah M Rodrigues

Pivot: The Update

I wrote a piece for a writing class I was taking. The exercise asked us to imagine where we would be in a year from now. The answer was...

Micah M Rodrigues

Pivot.

Leading up to our BIG MOVE to Portugal, with all the unknowns, I did what any anxiety-prone, organizationally obsessed person would do. I...

Micah M Rodrigues

This body.

This body. This body is a shell of what it used to be. A plump, dimpled shell. Once angled and wrinkle-free, my face perched atop a...

Micah M Rodrigues

The Race.

Yesterday my kids went to their first track meet. It was an important event for many reasons. It was their first school competition, and...

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The Calling.

I’m being called. And not by my kids (at least this time). But rather something greater. Something that gives me butterflies to think...

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The Nosebleed.

Last night Sam had a nosebleed at 3 am. It is not the first time he has had a nosebleed in the middle of the night, but it is the first...

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THE Trip.

This trip feels different, is different. This is the last trip before we move there next summer. Before we actually live there.

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Indoorsy.

It's strange how easily we can convince ourselves of who we are, or more importantly, who we aren't. Many years ago, for one reason or...

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It was hard.

The last few days have been hard. I have laid on the couch, had a bath and binge-watched my favourite shows, slept and read. I know what...

Micah M Rodrigues

Princess.

It always seems that the pendulum swings too far one way and then the next. Pretty, beautiful and princess have become “bad words,” and...