I was just hoping there would be a book tour where they hold me while I cry.

I read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings when I was about 11 or 12. It gave me the courage to tell my mother I was being molested by a family member, and had been for years (since about 5). At first my mother did everything right, and then she did everything wrong, and I had to live with my abuser until I left home at…

Dude, I would love to watch a movie about a cokehead burnout mermaid. That sounds like it could go places.

So I was a vegetarian for many years for moral reasons, and people always liked to sort of pick fights with me about it along the lines of “well you don’t eat meat, BUT I BET YOU EAT SKITTLES AND THEY’RE MADE WITH HORSE BONES*” or “UR SHOES HAVE LEATHER IN THEM I BET” or whatever. Which, I mean, they aren’t wrong, but…

Two white people looking sad, some seagulls, and a grey sky in the background.

So? We have nothing to lose anyways? Why not shine a spotlight on how screwed up our system is for voting? How many provisional ballots are being thrown out, for example? And what’s wrong with making sure that we weren’t hacked?

I know you aren’t interested. I’m just describing your position.

And while still having basic human rights.

Well, if we’re going to be terrified either way, I’d at least prefer to be terrified while still having my health insurance.

As a mother of a child on the spectrum, can you please dismiss any comments mocking Trump for having an autistic child? I hate Trump with a fiery passion, but that shit is off limits.

What we can do is stop tolerating borderline racist comments for the sake of being polite.

Michelle Obama.

Hey, I’m processing it through craft beers!

My dad (now passed) believed he was a tracker in a former life. He was born in New York but loved the mountains, which is where he retired. He loved to get in his Jeep and just explore. He had a great sense of direction and knew if he was coming to the end of a road (helpful driving in the mountains) or whatever. …

When this happened, I was living in a small house with my boyfriend (now my husband) and our two cats. I was especially close with our male cat, my baby. My boyfriend always joked that he followed me around like a little dog. He was always happy to see me, always wanted to cuddle me, and would even lick my hair when…

When I started out I was working in Chicago as a night editor at a production/post house. The building the company was situated in was an old 7 story (I think, forget the exact number) place that survived the Chicago mafia’s heyday. The place had exposed brick walls, the A/C was obviously added later as it was just…

My father grew up in Florida. His mother died when he was a teenager of lung cancer and in the fullness of time his father was remarried to the woman I would know as my grandmother.

She entered the marriage with a house that had been passed down to her in the middle of an old-growth orange grove. It was a classic old…

When I was about twelve, I went snooping through a closet and found photos of a little girl that looked like me, but seemed to have been taken a good 10 years earlier. I took the box to my mom, who told me that we would talk about it later, and to go outside to play. When I brought the pictures up later, she denied I…

We had a friend of the family named Ruth, who had been a college friend of my grandmother and very close to our family. She wasn’t married and didn’t have kids, but she was an infinitely sweet and generous woman who was a very dear auntie to all of us. Ruth also had an amazing house: a sprawling stone house with Tudor…

Gonna share some fun ones from my childhood home.