Sometimes I wake up and know from the second I take my morning pee, checking my phone on the toilet until my legs go numb, that I will not be fit for the internet.
You know that movie Blast from the Past with Brendan Fraser and Alicia Silverstone? Brendan Fraser spends his whole life underground in a fallout shelter after his prepper dad mistakenly thinks a bomb goes off in the 1960’s. So it’s now the 90’s, and he comes back above ground all WTF? What is this world?
I know, I just get back here and boom, I’m sorta gone again. But to be fair, I have a really good reason. My second novel just came back with final edits and I have two weeks to complete them and I need to breath into my paper bag.
The woods is a really amazing place to go if you have all sorts of inner turmoil and nowhere to put it. I’m struggling with moving, I’m struggling with my religion, I’m struggling with our country, I’m struggling with what I want to do next. I’m just a ball of conflict and angst, and I […]
Prior to this moment, I thought the only hiking I would ever do would come after a plane crash, stranding me with a group of strangers on a deserted jungle island. I actually think about this a lot, and I have a number of concerns.
I am one of those people who walks around this Earth completely terrified of my own body.
Gigi was born on this blog 8 years ago. How insane is that? She was born here and grew up here, and then in the last few years, I’ve stopped coming, and taken her (and Jude and Wyatt and Andy) away, and that’s unfair. Because they are really fucking amazing people. Like, I’m pretty damn […]
If I could sum up my swimsuit aesthetic this year in one word, that word would be… boobs. And I love it.
Check me out on Good Housekeeping. I’m making peace with my thick, dimply legs, and loving every second of it.
Want me in your ears every week?