Will the Real Social Justice Blogger Please Stand Up?
I feel like I just keep taking up space on this blog.
I feel like I just keep taking up space on this blog.
For a creature that technically does not have a brain, Clive has a great sense of dramatic timing.
Folksy places have their dark side.
If you haven’t read this masterpiece, please do yourself a favor and Amazon Prime that sucker in time for some weekend reading.
I won’t say we pulled half-burned logs out of firepits to salvage them for our own use, but I won’t deny it either.
Fergie and the goldfish, thankfully, seemed unaffected.
Today is the first day of autumn, and instead of dreading it, I’m going to try my best to stay hopeful.
A cheesy name celebrating the town it can be found in? 10/10. A charming new addition of orange pool noodles glued to its exterior to ensure social distancing? Dreamy.
I thought I was somehow exempt—because I grew up in other countries or have Jewish blood or have a sister who looks different than me.
No one tells you that the challenge of finding friends and creating community extends beyond just high school, beyond just university.