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 ****
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.
I Was Wrong About Baseball
Baseball revolves around the idea of failure. Batters are struck out left and right.
I Was Wrong About the Pill
The language around birth control these days seems as if it has been designed to deter young women from the medicine that liberated our mothers and grandmothers.
