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"I'm just too colorful for words!"
This weekend I went to a bikers' club to get a tattoo. ​​It's not as shocking -- or as dangerous -- as it sounds. It is, however, full of...
Drawing a line on victim blaming
This morning, I asked on Twitter WHY a person would take someone with PTSD to a gun range, and I was called out for "victim blaming." Let...
Les Meilleur Temps
I was 11 when I went to my first Mardi Gras. It's less scandalous then it sounds. We had moved to the Mississippi Gulf Coast in the fall...
A Tired Beyond Caffeine's Reach
I'm home from the conference and it was engaging and inspirational and exhausting and everything else I'd hoped for. People I liked...
Seek Respect, Not Attention
In the dream, I'd be walking around carrying all my "stuff," not finding a place. "You're not on any list," they would say to me. "I...
I'm writing again.
I had a blog for a long time. A lot of blogs, really. I don't even know for how many years I blogged - maybe 10? - but it looks...
