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Y’all, I’m uploading my first audio and it’s random as hell. Am I supposed to recap it here? Am I supposed to warn you that I recorded it in my sister’s kitchen? That you can hear cars driving by and birds cooing outside? Mmm, I don’t think I’m “supposed” to do anything… we make our…
It’s finally December – one of my favorite months, especially for eight-year-old me! It’s the start of the month and I’m begging my Dad to go get the tree; it’s always been a family tradition of ours to get a real one. He said we have to wait a little longer, though, so it doesn’t…
As I sit here on my blood-stained bed (from Azey’s teething, not from a period… ew, you guys) with my legs crossed, wearing a Dr. Jart sheet mask and blue-blocker glasses, I am inclined to reflect on how my life has unfolded up to this point. I suppose this is natural with any birthday, but…
I’m grateful that I allow myself time to create because I love to. I’m grateful for the large cup of coffee, oat milk, and honey that I make for myself every morning, not only because it tastes great, but because it keeps my bowel movements consistent. I’m grateful for name-brand toilet paper because the bullshit…
Many of us have heard and watched James Lipton interview performers on his show, Inside The Actors Studio, where he asks the same ten questions in that righteous, but earnest tone, such as ‘what sound do you love?’ or ‘what is your least favorite word?’ I’ve been greatly entertained watching beloved actors give their answers…
“I’m not going to sit here and tell you I have sex three times a day and masturbate with dildos all the time when I don’t,” she said matter of factly.
From a conscious level, I think we can all concede to the fact that we don’t choose our family. If we did, I certainly wouldn’t have selected a dad that enjoyed the fine pleasure of a Coors more than the warm embrace of my newborn body. But, in a way, the family we have provides…
What a challenge it must’ve been, becoming a dad to someone who didn’t remember having one. You embraced my feminine nature, teaching me softball as we played out in the beating sun. You built me a fort, which was really more of a house, complete with monkey bars and a swing. You showed me a…