Poem: I once heard of a poetess / whose ideas blossom in her gut / like unplanned pregnancies.
Seeing a broad range of body types makes people more accepting of a broad range of body types.
You might want to read that again. It’s going to change the world.
This was originally posted on Black Box Warnings in November, two days after my 29th birthday. But, since BBW is (temporarily, I hope) closed for viewing, I decided to re-post it here. These words matter muchly to me. Please fly right on over if you’ve already seen it!
Blinking slowly, I swallowed as the room swam into focus. Ms. Kemp’s gently lined face came into view, too, very close to mine, and she pressed a can of lukewarm Coke into my hand. “Drink this, dear. You had quite a spell!” Memories trickled back as carbonation bubbled in my throat, and I released a sudden anguished wail: “Oh, NOOOO! I dropped Jesus on the floor!!!” These are the perils of being an underage altar girl.
10/13/13. Chicago. This was my first and last marathon.
Monday through Friday, I see them. As I drive to work – 8:30am, with coffee just seeping into my sleepy cells – I pass them in my car. I don’t think they have ever seen me, but if I miss them for even a day, I become oddly bereft. They are my Rainbow Warriors.
A fairy tale spanning the 4.5 years since I last talked with you.
It’s funny how we spend our lives wandering in circles, thinking we’re traveling in straight lines from Point A to Point B(etter).
In my head, I’ve already written the scripts for the next five films in the Sharknado franchise.
Want to know how my brain works pretty much all the time?
Do you ever feel like your body is too small to hold all your emotions? Yeah, me too.
Today, one of the most quietly amazing women I’ve ever met turns a year older. Here’s why you should care: in the course of this post, she will restore your faith that people can be unbearably beautiful, scary smart, wicked funny, and still remain completely down-to-earth.
Designer babies are a very real possibility. Some IVF clinics are publicizing their pending ability to manipulate hair, eye, and skin color, not to mention sex and height. Plus – Coming soon! – intelligence, creativity, everything.
If the “marrow” Thoreau speaks of is the secret meaning life holds at its core, then words are the tools that crack life’s bones wide open. And me? I am studying to be a butcher.
G*ddamn you, Joss Whedon.