I came in to the Advance Auto Parts store in a small town in New York on the border of Massachusetts today, looking to find a replacement bulb for my broken headlight, hearing many words from many people in the […]
Stream of consciousness, vague wondering of connection or lack thereof
My story about how my “fake service animal” saved my life nearly 13 years ago.
Prepping bees for Fall, feeding them, and overall rocking the beekeeping life lately
I am nineteen and sitting in the campus counselor’s office. Her room is sunny and overlooks the quad, where boys in shorts toss frisbees with shouts and girls in floral shirts clump together at a picnic table, laughter and chatter […]
