Cancer
You Can Call Me Poison Pussy. (But please don't.)
'Your pussy might poison people' was never a plot point in those Cancer Girl movies.
Writing
Labor
Writing
I'm listening.
A Pocket Note about garbage, echolocation and love. Pretty much.
A rant and a video (podcast)
What the fork is happening at the NYT
Resonance
A dripping dread
and mice and men
Resonance
October Observance
an exclusive essay and prompts
Home
Above the lintel
and through the wall
ADHD
Make a wish on my existential crisis
A truly unhinged birthday post
Hungry Women
Life is not a folktale. I still wish some curses could be lifted.
Writing
I hear voices
This essay is about creativity, care work, childhood promises, and mornings when it’s hard to wake up.
Writing
You and I were in Columbia Journalism Review
Somewhat unbelievably, you and I have been featured in the Columbia Journalism Review. Can I tell you about it?
Earlier
Christian Nationalism
Tim Ballard Said He Buried Me
I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
Writing
welcome to pocket observatory
I use my pocket observatory to collect the dead starlight illuminating trending topics. Detect atomic insights in kitchen breadcrumbs. Listen for the cultural frequencies that move through all of us. Every piece of writing and bit of audio is a single imprecise measure.
not-goodbye and the infinite miles
Let's meet up, huh?
Software helps my ADHD brain think
Tech is good*, actually
*this one time
Marriage
My husband taught me to disappoint people
I'm not joking
When the answers are worn out and the kitsch is too
First, a hard thing I wrote and then, a happy meal
I went to New York City for spring break
Love
I'll Carry it For You
"I don't think radical joy feels like happiness."
Riley was in a Mr. Clean Commercial
Also, it's my birthday