Insult to injury – there is urine in my bed

Remember when things were just really easy? Like, you didn’t have a care in the world. You floated from one task to another with the ease and grace of a flower in the wind. No? You don’t? Welp, me neither. So let’s move on. So I have brain surgery, big whoop, right? Yes. Yes it […]

Blame this post on excessive amounts of feminist theory….

I’ve found a trend in my writing about letting go of control, and I suppose I thought that meant being totally fine in the face of whatever shit hit me directly in the face. Taking my face-shit contact with a smile. Ta da! There’s that shining good attitude. What I’m realizing now is the grief, […]