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).
Poem: I once heard of a poetess / whose ideas blossom in her gut / like unplanned pregnancies.
G*ddamn you, Joss Whedon.
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?