I am a writer, mother, and decent human being living in Seattle, Washington. My monthly newsletter pairs perfectly with the everyday and the End of Days. I think you're swell.
Most of 2017 felt like that Adrienne Rich poem. We were all just “picking mushrooms at the edge of dread.” Except 2017 was also fantastic. And I don’t want to forget the good things because we can’t exactly turn this car around.
in 2017 I watched babies get born and I saw the solar eclipse. I wrote 22 newsletters and endless notes with one eye open in the darkness.
I visited a pink paradise. I witnessed my best friends get married and spent time with my true loves.
I marched. I resisted. I bleached my hair and sharpened my nails.
I abandoned chocolate for wine and put wine in cans. So many cans.