Picking My Battles

I don’t usually give myself permission to not go to the gym and do all the things I feel I must do each day. I welcome my body telling me to lie down and close my eyes.

I Can’t Write Anything That Isn’t Angry

I’m up to my twitching eyelids in local politics as I defend my livelihood from the deaf ears of City Council who have deemed renting out rooms in my licensed and inspected house on AirBnB and VRBO to be “socially unjust.” That’s a quote. Perhaps they need a reminder about what social injustice actually looks like. […]