To take up space.
To breathe. Yell. Laugh.
I’ve decided that the process of accepting visitors for me should be, “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” As in, you show me photos of your house in its worst state, submit an essay on your style of housekeeping, and then sign a waiver of confidentiality before stepping foot through my door.Read More
So what is it that has us think that we're only creative, we're only artists, if we can support ourselves solely on our art?
Talk about pressure, talk about killjoy, talk abut writer's block.Read More
I have this theory that maybe, as a society, we've got this whole growing up thing wrong.Read More
Sometimes I am a Sassy troublemaker, and I do it out of spite. Because it feels good to be "bad,” to be the black sheep, to seemingly wear the vibe of “I don’t care what YOU think.”