I felt a bit too inspired by a poetry prompt.
Reusable menstrual products (RUMPs for short) have been a huge part of my life since 2014, and today I’m sharing my stash with you. It’s beautiful.
I feel like being inappropriately punny about this, but in actuality I’m just not sugarcoating anything. Ergo, candid.
A public letter to my estranged mother, in text and audio.
Popular advice tells us to blog for ourselves, but—and this is because I’m more a literal thinker—the whole purpose of a “weblog” is the publicity of chronicle/thought logging. It seems the people who often blog for themselves, hobby or otherwise, are doing it more because they want someone to read it—it’s public, after all.
In this post, I differentiate between blogging for oneself and beyond oneself (because there is a difference).
A four-year, four-month project.
This is the last monthly update you’ll probz see from me here. 🤔
I have mixed feelings about So Lucky.
While I related to Mara’s life, reading this book triggered my PTSD in a way I didn’t know possible.