On the Ortberg family scandal and my bottomless rage reserves
A few things I have learned from feeling like shit with no end in sight
On "Mrs. America," double standards, and internalized misogyny
In which I scream into the void
A small obituary for a neighborhood figure
and I have chosen the hill I will die on
What would justice even look like?
In which I am much busier than I prefer to be
In which we fuck the bread, for the bread is over
In which I feel extremely guilty
In which I become an annoying old person and massively spoil Avengers: Endgame
PSA from a woman with a very sore belly