Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
There are SO MANY post out there going on and on the Lindsay Clancy mistrial. This post isn't to discuss Patrick and his movements, just to discuss postpartum diagnosis and a few weird theories. Every one of them says either 1 - Postpartum is not excuse to kill your kids. 2 - Women should lose... Continue Reading →
I woke up one morning with confidence. That was my first mistake. I stretched, looked around, and thought, You know what? Today I'm going to get things done. Somewhere, the universe spit out its coffee. I had a whole plan. Laundry. Cleaning. Groceries. Yard work. Maybe even organize that one cupboard where I've been throwing... Continue Reading →
When Claire’s life started falling apart, she did what a lot of people do. She told everyone she was fine. She was fine when her car broke down. Fine when work became overwhelming. Fine when her relationship ended. Fine when she discovered that crying while eating cereal over the kitchen sink technically counted as dinner.... Continue Reading →
There are people who wake up in the morning refreshed. They stretch. They drink water. They meditate. They journal about gratitude. They stand beside a sunny window holding a tasteful ceramic mug while quietly contemplating all the wonderful possibilities the new day may bring. I wake up and immediately wonder what fresh bullshit the universe... Continue Reading →
Every morning before work, Daniel stopped at the same little deli. He ordered the same thing almost every time: a turkey sandwich, an apple, and a coffee large enough to convince him that being awake was a reasonable idea. And almost every morning, he passed the same man sitting near the entrance to the subway... Continue Reading →
I went to the county fair with exactly three goals: eat something deep-fried, win an unnecessarily large stuffed animal, and leave without becoming part of an incident. Two out of three seemed realistic. The trouble began eleven minutes after we arrived. My friend Rachel spotted a booth selling deep-fried pickles and immediately announced, “We should... Continue Reading →
The plan was simple. Three friends, one car, a six-hour drive, and a relaxing weekend at a little cabin by the lake. “We leave at seven,” Rachel announced the night before. “No delays. No unnecessary stops. We are going to be organized adults.” They left at 9:17. The first delay happened because Sophia couldn't find... Continue Reading →
