Last weekend I woke up in the town I had grown up in but haven’t slept in for over three decades. It was a bit jarring for when I woke up at 40, it looked the same as when I left it at 11.
“She kicked in the door and said ‘I’m back, ya’ll!’ She’s pissed and taking no prisoners.” That’s when my doctor asked, “So, you’re at war with your uterus?” I shrugged in defeat before saying, “Yep. And she’s winning.”
As of next week, Mike and I have been vegan-ish for six months. So, how is it going? Well, we’ve had a few learning lessons.
For Internationald Women’s Day, I would like to share a story about a woman who could connect the shapes in the sand to prehistoric time, but couldn’t connect with the scientific community during her own due to her gender. Meet Mary Anning.
Inspired by Ray Bradbury, I am about to embark on a 52 week creative writing adventure — and you’re invited.
This week, I cried at work. It was a day that started like any others — but pulled me into two completely different directions.