When I was a child I scowled. My expression was a severe case of "Resting Bitch Face". I do not remember being very unhappy as a child, but I do remember not being overly happy. I simply existed in my life, experiencing moments of joy and moments of sadness, together intertwined the way kudzu vines … Continue reading You Will Probably Survive Your Messed Up Childhood
Today for the first time publicly, I want to explain the ins and outs of this name change and why I finally felt ready to.
I never speed. I'm religiously faithful to speeding limits. I keep my hands at ten and two and scan the horizon for traffic signs and police. I'm cautious. When I test drove a sports car the salesman told me to open her up and see what she could do. I opted not to and instead … Continue reading The Space She Held