YOU’RE THE WORST—guest post at Kindred Mom

Hey, friends! That time again—my essay is up on the Kindred Mom site. You can go there to read the whole thing or read on for a bit of it. She was standing in her partly-open doorway, leaning slightly forward at the waist, fists balled, arms locked and sticking out a bit behind her, yelling. …

photo essay: quarantine, day whatever

Quarantine, day who-the-heck-knows: I spent this day looking for light, both literal and metaphorical. This collection looks to me like a really random mix of images, but it’s just my life, from the cheery morning light reminding me to fold laundry to an unplanned trip out of the house alone. This set of images misses …