i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...
did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...
i don’t believe any of you know how challenging it is to ask for money. repeatedly. year after year. hoping that this will be the last year you ask because they have found a cure. it isn’t the last year. the cure is not here yet. it will be. i believe that we will find...
hi. me again…it’s been a very long time since i’ve worked on my second book ‘waving red flags’ and i really need to get back to it…but i have been recovering from a breakdown/through… i’ve been moving long distance for the last four months in my tiny little car… had a tiny bout with some...
and so it began…19 years ago tomorrow (i write all my posts and blogs in advance :) i took my first yoga class. it started with rodney yee’s yoga for abs and suzanne deason’s gentle yoga vhs tapes…within three weeks i knew i needed more than gentle yoga and abs… ...
