About six months ago, my therapist looked at me and said, “You give away your power a lot, don’t you?”
Zo’s seatbelt got stuck, and that’s when the trouble started.
It’s been about twelve years since my attempt to collab on a graphic novel.
There appears to be a bit of a scandal in the wider world ever since Marie Kondo told you all to burn your tomes and paint your naked bodies with the ashes.
Zoe and I planted on Sunday.
Go forth and enjoy “Acceptable Losses”, the next installment in Wil and Ivy’s story, as well as many other fine stories by many other fine writers!
Things I found at the farmer’s market: White guava White sapote Heirloom tomatoes Purple tomatillos Fresno chiles Things I’m making tomorrow because I found them at the farmer’s market: Fermented hibiscus-fresno chile sauce Tomato jam And I admit I stared at the purple tomatillos for a very, very long time but did not buy them. …
Sunday night as I put your sister to bed, she held up the little heart-shaped scrap of cloth I gave her the day after you were born, what she calls her “Lovey”. “That’s two years old now,” I said. “What? No it isn’t,” she said. “Yes it is.” “But you gave it to me after …
This weekend was X-man’s first real beach experience. We were doing really well until he decided to taste the beach.
This is a repost from a very, very, very old blog of mine that has since crumbled into digital dust. In this day and age, I am compelled to preface it with a warning [TW: animal violence] because I talk about being a kid who isn’t very nice to her pets. But it’s okay. I got …