In the absence of frequent posting, I have hacked together a sort of random post generator in the footer so you can spin up some old yet excellent content. I have tested it out with: fuck; pie; brokenhearted; barf; and sex. Interestingly the only one that came up blank was brokenhearted. Also interesting, fuck pie … More Soul-Spelunking
It took me a while to comprehend the early hullabaloo around social distancing. Having long ago already built a life around suddenly not being able to leave the house for 3-6 weeks my initial response was: “Wha? Doesn’t everybody have a five week reserve of toilet paper?” In weirdly good(?) timing, something went terribly wrong … More What Chronic Illness Has Taught Me Might Help You Stay Sane in a Pandemic
I was watching a nature doc one afternoon. These filled so much of my recovery time, diverting, minimum emotional stress, and a nice quiet narrator to doze through (pro tip: do not fall asleep to Lord of the Rings, the orc noises will give you nightmares about really angry pigs). This doc featured a momma … More On Baby Whales and Zombie Social Dynamics
I’ve got pockets full of troubles don’t offer me a fiver I can’t make change I’d pay more than a penny for new thoughts new stories different endings tearing holes in my pockets pour out my sorrows ending up with rocks in my shoes
I’ve had me a girl-interrupted turn these last few months. When your life comes to a full stop for a considerable period of time it’s hard to pick up the threads of the life you had before, as they seem to have drifted off in the wind somewhere. This is both liberating and disorientating. We … More Gone Fiction-ing
Valerie Roney 