After three uninterrupted weeks with my family on a dreamy vacation, the idea of leaving my daughter again to work makes my throat feel like it's closing up. The whole point of feminism was that we should have a choice. I no longer have a choice to simply raise my child without inviting poverty

Spotted a Major indie darling in a random new england town and didn’t want to disturb his repose but…what are the odds

Few things make me more uncomfortable with my own humanity than bull fighting, imagining a creature's confusion and fear as an entire stadium of people torment him relentlessly and singularly for hours until an eventual gruesome death. Knowing he's seeking relief where there is none. The mere mention of it makes me feel violent

A man in my dream told me “No matter how well you could have planned, you’d still be experiencing this exact moment.” Thomas said he sounded like the cowboy in Mulholland Drive

Anger has been simmering in me for months because my boss told me on my yearly review that I am (honest to god) "too polished and put together" and she views this as a downfall because she wants to see "my mess" and "trust each other." This is the same woman who, when she asked how I was and I told her that it was a beautiful day and the birds were singing outside my window she said "wow" with a straight face, who didn't ask how me or my daughter were after I gave birth a month early, who makes me feel guilty about taking time off after she's come back from a long vacation, who acts like I'm an annoyance whenever I'm forced to speak with her. I love this job but don't know how much longer I can stand the bullying/being disdained for no reason

Was firmly one and done until my daughter turned 2 and now I want three…😶‍🌫️

Porch thieves stole my new Calvino book. Enjoy💋

Feeling as if I’m now constantly exposed to stupidity in a way that feels overwhelming. It’s nothing new, it’s been devolving with each subsequent generation for decades but this drop feels particularly sharp

This morning to get me out of bed at 6am my precocious 2 year old told me “get up, silly woman” ……

This is the time of year that I always feel overwhelming dread. Summer in the south with 90+ degree days coming, air so muggy it’s like swimming in a lake, the white hot sun, being trapped indoors, severe thunderstorms and floods most evenings…but right now I feel peaceful. My days are already full and happy. I no longer feel so desperate to escape.