Whoever said, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" never actually owned a lemon tree, because let me tell you something: I've got neighbors desperate to give away their lemons, they've got so many rotting in their front gardens at the end of every day. And I'm pretty sure those people know about lemonade... and … Continue reading Lemonade
"We need to clean! This place is filthy. This house is a mess." The 3 year old is officially tidier than I am.
This weekend, I'm going to a samosa party. Tragically, we're making them for charity, not for eating, so I will not get to gorge on fried deliciousness until I explode. But I will learn how to make them for myself, which is pretty exciting/probably bad for my arteries, so it's a net gain. But the … Continue reading Samosas, Friends, and Human Rights
I'm not being sarcastic; I really am grateful for the douchebags, assholes, and scumbags of the world. They're how I wound up here. Let me back up: I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about all those Frostian roads not taken, and how much worse my life would be now. Sure, of course, I've … Continue reading Thank You For The Douchebags
A few days ago, my dad got mysteriously sick. Like, kid-from-The-Exorcist levels of sick. Luckily, he wasn't possessed by Satan himself, and I'm relatively sure none of the furniture started moving on its own, but it was still a bad scene. Now, my parents' house (the house I grew up in) has exactly 1.3 billion … Continue reading It’s All About Me
Ed. Note: You probably saw that title. It's not trying to be weird or goofy, just straightforward. I've been mulling over racism, sexism, ableism, etc. in the media, and how it shapes our brains. So if you don't want to read my thoughts on that subject, just skip over this one. I'll try to be … Continue reading Children’s Books & Representation
This story begins before Valentine's Day. I came home, and my sweet uncle who's way too generous with his time and resources (which I take full advantage of) had bought an enormous bouquet of red roses from Whole Foods, because apparently the Kraken saw them and insisted I needed one. They sat on the mantle … Continue reading Am I Becoming A Witch?