The dust around me is finally starting to settle. I am unpacked in Milwaukee and making moves to be the image of a financially...

Howdy babes. I know I have been allll over the fucking place. Sorry I have been slacking on the content creation. I will have regular...

As of today, I have twenty-four more days in El Paso :( It’s pervy because I’ve spent most of my time in the Sun City bouncing between my...

Hiiii girlies. So I applied for a Fall Writing Residency (pretty on brand of me to plan to get hired at two jobs and then immediately ask...

Can anyone believe that June is halfway through? That TWENTY-TWENTY-ONE is halfway through? I am actually choking on everything I’ve been...

So, as everyone I’ve ever interacted with knows--I am in a stand-up comedy class. I’m currently addicted to show-ponying poorly...

Okay disclaimies time...I too can’t believe I’m writing about this LOL! An existential crisis of this caliber famously usually happens in...

So, I’m kind of feeling like I should make an attempt at embodying the traditional blawg format. My FBI agent knows that I “have” a...

I am writing to inform y’all that I am embarking on the dreaded return to the online world of the romantically unhinged--the dating apps....

Recommended Reading & Viewing: Rachel Sennott in Shiva Baby, Tavi Gevinson’s “Britney Spears Was Never in Control,” and Leigh Stein’s...

I wanted to write my musings about anger and resentment. Do these emotions simmer over obligation or unspokenness? I’m taking sips of the...

What’s it like to have a crush on everyone? How can you be friends with people you aren’t fond of? Can my heart hold more than it has to?...

I bought a Polaroid printer after writing a stand-up set that made fun of materialism. My politics and heart are heavy. Almost to the...

Snapchat memories keep reminding me that I had fun a year ago. I crave the naive bliss in my eyes as I spend the beginning of 2020...

TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm and depression are the main themes in this post. I meet my reflection and hold my breath too long. Now I’m...

TRIGGER WARNING: this piece mentions self-harm and disordered eating. At the cusp of a new year, I promised myself I’d push to the edge...

My mom got married at twenty-four. I'm twenty-three and still reply WOW! to sexts. I'm unfamiliar with the touches of a long-term lover....

There’s a bittersweet irony that comes with reminiscing on my childhood within the walls that held most of it. Every time I leave my room...

My parents made me promise to drive safely. An unexpected interruption in January of my junior year forced me to stay with them for a...