Whenever a celebrity is hospitalized with “exhaustion,” we are meant to snicker and understand that this really means they’ve been drinking or partying too much. But today, exhausted and fully horizontal on my couch, I’m considering that exhaustion on its own is a valid thing.
Read MoreOh hello! I wanted to pop in and tell you all (all ten of you?) about a couple other projects I’ve started since I last posted here. One website is not enough! Give me everything!
Read MoreI thought about quitting these posts. Fifteen is a sort-of solid number to end things on, and by now you all know that I got hit by a Chevy Suburban when I was 23, broke eight bones, and spent a bumpy five months recovering in my New Hampshire hometown. But this year feels like the closest I have been to this story since it all actually happened so oops, I can’t quit these posts, just like I can’t quit talking about this important time in my life. Also because there’s another big part to this story that I’ve barely talked about.
Read MoreYou may know that I’m a summer lover, but when October rolls around, even I am ready to lay down my sandals and tank tops and give in to fall. I can only do this because October is spooky season, and spooky season is like a kind (skeleton) hand that holds my hand and says “there there, I know you’d still rather be sitting by a pool in perfect 80-degree weather, but look at all the candy and costumes and different versions of Tim Curry we have over here?”
Read MoreHave you ever watched a docuseries that drastically minimized the storylines of all the women so you got mad and fell down a hole of Google searching and then wrote a blog post about it?
No? Just me?
Well strap in, because I have some things to tell you about the Kennedy sisters.
Read MoreToday is my fifteenth Alive Day, and I have to confess: I don’t feel very alive. I was going to say I feel “unalive,” but then I learned that’s Gen Z slang for suicide, so scratch that. (Although it’s also like a joking thing? I don’t know. I feel old.) And I don’t feel much like writing, but this fifteen-year anniversary of my very real brush with death feels too big to ignore.
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