In which I had no idea my abortion rights would ever be compromised...
I no longer have complete bodily autonomy in Missouri, but at least I have this playwriting grant?
In which I'm pretty sure I deserve to be damned to hell...
A few things I'm learning about depression, drinking, and birds...
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In which I keep beating myself up about gossip...
In which I appear to get my religion back...
Constantly recalibrating my writing practice, my status as Rejection Queen, and a really great dumpster chair.
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In which I write a poem that makes absolutely no sense...
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Letters from the Homestead