saw a dead baby lizard right before heading to the function, my apologies to whoever ends up talking to me

sister barbara, badass nun i worked with at chicago public schools circa 2005. a real one.

age brings delight to a face

spell prerogative right on the first try challenge

i love online

me, my giant hoodies and emotional support rage against whatever the fuck all of this is

they have yet to make a hoodie big enough for me but i am a woman of faith, and science

i worry that men think being A Good Guy is dramatically and heroically intervening on behalf of an endangered woman and then being publicly rewarded on a grand scale when actually being A Good Guy is just usually saying, “hey man that’s not funny” or “wow that’s fucked up” and there is no reward

also ojo santa fe and ten thousand waves for soaking! ENJOY!!

canyon road for galleries lost padre for records, big star for used books/records, kowboyz for vintage western mottenai for well curated vintage, records, denim better day for breakfast burritos iaia museum, international folk art museum, center for contemporary art worth a visit too!

cheap excellent mexican drive thru: el parasol no resos but worth the wait: la choza make a res it's wonderful: joseph's coyote cafe and cowgirl for margaritas and vibing the pantry for breakfast if you're around on christmas eve the farolito walk if you have a car, jaunt down to madrid ❤️

cozy is as cozy does

i am trying and struggling to live my life right

the goldfinches are FIGHTING

got a fatty gift card to the bird store for my birthday. naturally filled ALL THE BIRD FEEDERS, we're feasting this fall. except whoops, now there's a kestrel haunting the courtyard

“What wind blew me / off course, took me from heart and home?” — Donika Kelly . . . This poem appeared in Sinister Wisdom, 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.