I’ve spent most of my day supine. Chills and fatigue hit this afternoon and didn’t really let up.
Something happens to the air when everyone feels God at the same time
Christopher Plummer died today.
Waiting for Trump to leave the White House is like waiting for ibuprofen to kick in when you have period cramps.
If you told me yesterday I’d poop the bed today I wouldn’t have believed you.
Dear (Agent): In late 2020, a gentle, androgynous voice bloomed in my conscience. The days. Write it all down. Manuscript. If you knew my long history with this voice, you’d know why I paused. Words filled my headspace like expanding balloons, and I batted them away, defensive and confused. Manuscript? I had at least 3 …