Writer. Dog enthusiast. Velociraptor masquerading as a human female.
Yesterday, I woke up to an email from VaultPress (the program I use to back up my website) saying they were having trouble connecting to my domain and that I should check that my VaultPress plugin was up-to-date. So I went to log in to my dashboard only to see this screen: Talk about an... Continue Reading →
I've been in Australia for exactly one month today and the homesickness is setting in. It's not that I'm unhappy or not having a good time, it's just that it's been a month since I last saw my dogs. It's been a month since I last sat on my sofa. It's been a month since... Continue Reading →
[Note: still having difficulty uploading photos. I'll try again in the next few days] I have a special love of crows. I love their intelligence. I love their family dynamics. I love the glossy sheen of their feathers. I love their cry. But let me be a little more specific: when I say crow -... Continue Reading →
I want to recapture the badass I was when I was twelve. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to raise her hand in class when she knew the right answer. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be an outspoken liberal in a conservative town. Twelve-year-old me wasn't afraid to be feminist, and pagan, and publically weird. Twelve-year-old me... Continue Reading →
Growing up, I was always afraid of being seen as shallow. I was afraid of being judged for liking pretty things, for wanting to present myself in a certain way. I was afraid that I wouldn't be taken seriously. And as a twelve-year-old girl, I desperately needed people to take me seriously. So I adopted... Continue Reading →
[Note: Having trouble uploading the pics for this post. I'll try to add them later] Today is my thirteenth day in Australia. It's the thirteenth of seventy-five days of summer, the thirteenth of seventy-five days to spend with my person, the thirteenth day of waking up and realizing I did it. I left the cozy... Continue Reading →
I've spent about seven years avoiding the fact that I have anxiety. I've always known that I was a cautious person - I like to observe situations before engaging in them. I've always known that I was very shy - I used to make my mother order my sandwiches when we went to a lunch counter... Continue Reading →
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