I hear voices
This essay is about creativity, care work, childhood promises, and mornings when it’s hard to wake up.
This essay is about creativity, care work, childhood promises, and mornings when it’s hard to wake up.
Nail biting through an Adderall shortage while AI models get all the digital dopamine they need.
Onions, bog butter and cast iron
I can tell you if you want.
If I followed him, my family would stay together forever
There is no hope in controlling the lives and bodies of women.