America’s move will always be to figure out how wealthy white people can profit off of something in a way that causes maximum hardship to everyone else.

I was in my freshmen year of college when the Clinton scandal begin. My roommate and I did the math and realized that Lewinsky wasn’t a whole lot older than us, who were still basically kids. The realization that nobody was in her corner was responsible for crushing a lot of my youthful idealism and general faith in…

Not only are they more convenient, frozen berries are great for using in most recipes because they’re fresher than the ones in the produce section. They freeze them right when they’re picked instead of having them sit in a warehouse for weeks or even months.

My never ending lament is that those of us who have lower incomes and would benefit greatly from taking advantage of fantastic sales on freezable perishables are also significantly less likely to have resources like large freezers that would allow us to do so. Being poor is really expensive.

This morning, one of my cats went missing inside my apartment and didn’t even come out when I shook the treat container. I was near tears with worry. (A few minutes later he appeared sitting casually on my bed. Still don’t have a damned clue where he could have gone off to as I thought I checked everywhere.) Having a…

Maintaining belief in all these conspiracies that often seem to contradict each other must require levels of cognitive dissonance that are extraordinary. It sounds absolutely exhausting.

Oh, that is interesting! I just can’t deal with any type of romanticizing of my family’s heritage at all. They were traitorous racists who lost a war, and people seem to forget that.

There’s a mountain in North Carolina first settled by my slave owning ancestors in the early 1800's. There’s a church that predates the Civil War, and a graveyard where a whole bunch of my ancestors, many of them confederate soldiers, are buried. There’s occasionally a huge family reunion there that include a church…

I went to college in Vermont, and most students, including me, had never lived in a non-urban environment. Part of our new student orientation included a session on how not to die in a rural mountain forest, and even after that, they had to keep yelling at people to stop wearing dark colors when hiking.

God also made my farts, and he should inhale them deeply for they are of divine creation.

Right there with you. I’m less than 10 miles away from the beach, and I occasionally entertain the idea of getting up to catch an early bus to go watch the sun rise over the Atlantic then go straight home. Surely, there wouldn’t be that many people out that early and I could maintain appropriate physical distance.

HA! All the stars for you!

I never thought I’d find myself nostalgic for the days when I was concerned about norovirus wiping out my weekend plans.

When I think about it, normal isn’t really the right word. More like feeling somewhat connected with stuff that used to be reassuring rhythms of my day. I think for me, actions like putting on earrings help in maintaining a routine that isn’t completely off course from the ‘before time.’

Yes! Finding any way of feeling normal is really important right now. I don’t often wear makeup, but I do wear quite a bit of jewelry, and had gotten out of the habit for a few weeks. I decided a few days ago to start picking out a necklace and earrings I haven’t worn in awhile, and it surprises me how much better it…

I take my cat out in a stroller every day in warm weather. I hear “Is that a cat?!?!?!” roughly every 2 minutes. I’ll attach a leash to her harness and put her on the grass in the park, and she immediately jumps right back in her stroller.

Yeah, I’m finding out that I’m a lot less of an introvert than I thought I was.

I keep bouncing back and forth in regards to whether I’d prefer to be doing this solo or with other people. Right now, it’s just me and my 2 cats in my apartment. I’m 3 weeks in, and the feelings of isolation and disconnectedness are starting to intensify at an increasing rate. I recognize that those who live in…

I was on a clear liquid fast for an afternoon gi scan, and did my typical morning shift at the daycare where I worked. The kids requested that book, and midway through, I was ready to drown what were clearly tiny sadistic demons in preschooler form. I don’t even recall a copy of that book being in the classroom…

I’m so sorry that happened to you. I never thought of the hopelessness that comes with the nebulous length of this break. The small reassurance that this will end soon isn’t there to keep kids hanging on.