This is a picture of the end table next to me right now. It’s a little chaotic, I’ll admit. It’s maybe not how I’d keep
I’ve been joking for a while that no one would pick me for their Zombie Apocalypse Team. Except maybe as the friend you sacrifice to slow down
This list could be longer, but I’ve had a rough day with work and the stupid fibro. I’ve tried to hit on resources from different
This post is for my friend Angela. The more I write about activism, the more you’ll understand how loosely I use the word “rules.” But
The following was originally posted on my Facebook page. It sets the backdrop for an upcoming series on activism.
I didn’t live with my parents for my senior year of high school. My dad changed jobs during some kind of personnel restructuring or something