About 5 years ago I moved into my own apartment. It was a particular moment in time where having a little bit of space to myself contributed greatly to working a few things out. A couple months into my solitary living, I went out and… Read More
After a whirlwind of a week- or has it been a month? Has it been two months? Three? I’ve stopped keeping track (in my head). After a purposely unknown amount of time, I finally have two beautiful days (in a row) off. Most recently at… Read More
Today I am wearing a summer dress that drapes loosely down to my toes. It gently grazes my skin as I walk from my room to my preferred writing spot: the hammock. This dress is an act of protest. It is protesting work. It… Read More
Progressively Louder Laughter 