March Was a Lot
It comes earlier in the scene than you expect, and is devastating in its simplicity.
I Was Wrong About My Mom
My heart still yearns for Caribou runs and dressing room dates.
I Was Wrong About Living Alone
I missed sharing a gallon of oat milk—because who really goes through a whole gallon of alternative milk alone?
I Was Wrong About My Spouse
I always joke with people that I was never really plugged in enough to find myself in the firing line of all the classic Christian dogma taught to children.
I Was Wrong About ****
How can we be expected to take a topic seriously when it is being referred to in the internet’s version of rhyming slang?
I Was Wrong About Success
I cannot shame myself into being better.
I Met My Celebrity Crush
And I think I blacked out.
I Was Wrong About ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’
How dare she strawman my faith?
I Was Wrong About Art
Art, I found, could be revolutionary.
I Was Wrong About Asking Questions
a consistent thread runs through the messy tapestry of my insecure wonderings.
