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I am SO BAD at year-end lists. I don't think I've ever actually managed to scrape one together! So, here we go. Having tucked away o...

I never do year-end wrap up lists, but I'm trying to be accountable, even just to myself. So here we are! (I use GoodReads to track this...

I tried to publish this on Another Social Media Platform, but it was so long that it just got throttled. Which is a bummer. I miss writing l...

Oh hey, this blog! It's been a while, right? Sorry about the cobwebs. So let's talk about the PA5 Democratic congressional primary...

I don't wear dresses very often. I just don't feel comfortable in them, they make me hyperaware of my body, so I don't wear them...

A story: It's 7pm on a Sunday night in the Philadelphia suburbs. I'm walking across a dark, icy parking lot en route to a youth gro...

You may as well tell me that robins no longer exist, or that water isn't wet, for all the sense that hearing of David Bowie's death ...