Or, why I’m writing on Substack and why I hope you’ll join me! I started writing on the internet in 2009. I’ve told this story before, but my foray into blogging began at the…
When I packed my bag on the very last day of June to come to my parents’ house, I thought I was packing for a few weeks, tops. School was finally out for the…
I bought a pair of shorts. I won’t say I’m admitting defeat, but after a second seam-busting exercise in humility, and the third or fourth, possibly fifth, time extending our stay at my parents’…
In case you need encouragement to reignite an old childhood flame, or fan a new one, here’s my plea to make yourself a fluffernutter sandwich before summer ends. There’s little better and close to…
1. these drops. {the plus side of a rainy week.} 2. this broken shovel. {i regret to inform everyone i was right. might try a thread repair.} 3. this ice cream sandwich. {and the…
SOS. SEND OUR SHOVELS. By all accounts, we have not had a terribly spendy summer. Staying almost entirely out of the city means that the usual slow-drip from our wallets directly into those of…
$0.00 is the amount I have left to pay on my student loans. Bizarrely enough, a ticker-tape parade was not thrown in my honor when my very last monthly payment came out of my bank…
1. this mesh bag. {for sparking an idea.} 2. watermelon. {on repeat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.} 3. this present. {to replace the one lost to summer camp.} 4. these strawflowers. {for sticking around.}…
I woke up with a hankering to make something. The joe-pye weed I hung in my parents’ shed a few weeks ago wasn’t really all the way dry and the stems of the cornflowers…
I have now made two pairs of truly shoddy shorts. I did not set out to make shorts with a short lifespan. I am not a fast fashion operative existing for the express purpose…