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).
Poem: I once heard of a poetess / whose ideas blossom in her gut / like unplanned pregnancies.
G*ddamn you, Joss Whedon.
Sometimes, you meet a person and there’s an instant “click;” an almost-audible moment when your heart recognizes theirs. Sometimes you’re drawn to their stories or the way they make you laugh, to the glint in their eye or sheer awe at what they’ve overcome. Every friendship is a kind of falling in love.
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.
Two weeks ago, I went into hiding. I erased Jennie Saia from my blog, from Twitter, from the public parts of Facebook. I even changed my URL. […] For two weeks, I’ve felt like I can’t breathe. It’s hard to inhale when you’re holding your breath, scared that someone might see you. Here’s how I found my breath again – and with it, the power to speak.
So tell me what you want, what you really really want…
On Friday, I received a phone call. Someone I had never met reached out to thank me for writing.
I have discovered six-word memoirs, and now I am obsessed.
What is craftsmanship? Is it worth the effort? How are cupcakes like doors (said Alice to the Mad Hatter), and what does Ron Swanson think about all this, anyway?