Wrote something for the NYTimes’ “episode” series— Big thanks to @stellabugbee for asking me, and to Jim Windolf, who thoughtfully and masterfully edited it. To read the full thing not just my out of order shaky screenshots- the link is in my bio 🦇 @nytimes
Wrote something for the NYTimes’ “episode” series— Big thanks to @stellabugbee for asking me, and to Jim Windolf, who thoughtfully and masterfully edited it. To read the full thing not just my out of order shaky screenshots- the link is in my bio 🦇 @nytimes
Wrote something for the NYTimes’ “episode” series— Big thanks to @stellabugbee for asking me, and to Jim Windolf, who thoughtfully and masterfully edited it. To read the full thing not just my out of order shaky screenshots- the link is in my bio 🦇 @nytimes
life is too short to be in love with everyone you meet
Fondly remembering the time the 6 yr old I used to babysit whispered in my ear after her bath, “since you’re such a good actress, go ahead and cry for me.” And I just nodded, sat down next to her, turned on my trigger music, and forced myself to Cry. Not once did I think HOLD ON
Fondly remembering the time the 6 yr old I used to babysit whispered in my ear after her bath, “since you’re such a good actress, go ahead and cry for me.” And I just nodded, sat down next to her, turned on my trigger music, and forced myself to Cry. Not once did I think HOLD ON
Let my yellow finger be a lesson to you all
Let my yellow finger be a lesson to you all
Let my yellow finger be a lesson to you all
Good morning bullies
Good morning bullies
AT LONG LAST
AT LONG LAST
AT LONG LAST
AT LONG LAST
When I was 9 my dad paid me to be his secretary and after cleaning out his fridge for 2 hours (canned peaches, diet Dr Pepper, beef jerky) we went to race mini cars and he railed into mine so hard I barfed. Then he fired me. This isn’t traumatic at all it was a damn good time & it’s what I’m made of… so. HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO THE PERSON WITH THE BEST SENSE OF HUMOR I KNOW!!!! One time my dad went through four years of my Twitter which amounts to thousands of tweets… I didn’t call him back because I didn’t feel like facing the consequences. I tweet stuff like “waiting for my dad on all fours” (I did that on Valentine’s Day). I texted him that I love him. I tweeted “Sorry you found my twitter Papa.” He texted me back, “Don’t worry sweetie. Your kids are your most insightful and severe critics. I’m fine. I’m sure there was a lot of truth in what you said. I will endeavor to do better. Love you.” That text is the best parenting that’s ever been done to me.
talking
Drafts of goodbyes to the love of my life (Can’t remember which love this was for but it was love that much I know)
Kafka also struggled
This is where I sat and played “Oregon Trail” as a 6 year old until finally I was allowed to go to bed
This is where I sat and played “Oregon Trail” as a 6 year old until finally I was allowed to go to bed
This is where I sat and played “Oregon Trail” as a 6 year old until finally I was allowed to go to bed
This is where I sat and played “Oregon Trail” as a 6 year old until finally I was allowed to go to bed
This is where I sat and played “Oregon Trail” as a 6 year old until finally I was allowed to go to bed
