On This Day: 2 April 2016. {journal entry}

It has been several months - including the winter holiday season - since my house has given me any remote sense of joy. I really (really) like this house. It's quirky enough to satisfy my disdain of cookie-cuttery and "normal" enough to reassure my faint desire to conform. Inanimate - how could it give anything... Continue Reading →

Girl Storm. 23 Feb 2015.

None of this is easy. All of it is necessary. Most of it is done against a constant barrage of conflict and confusion and hurt. Such a hurt.   Don't tell me this too shall pass. Don't tell me someone else is at fault. Do not tell me how good a mother I am as... Continue Reading →

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