Essays, stories, and side-porch thoughts. Truth, fiction, and whatever leaked through the cracks. Any resemblance to real people or events is accidental, incidental, or none of your concern.
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The Day I Hired Myself
To Fix My Own Damn Website There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she realizes that the people who built the software she relies on were absolutely not breastfed long enough. Mine arrived somewhere between the sixth 404 error, the third phantom paywall from WordPress-but-not-WordPress, and the part where SaaS monster tried to convince
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The Great Package Escape
When the tracking system lies — and the boxes stage a revolt. It began with a whisper from the logistics void, then snowballed into a mutiny. Someone claimed four packages had gone rogue — four. Not one polite box misrouted by a sleepy driver, but a full-blown exodus. Apparently, they “qualified” for next-day delivery on their
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The Gospel According to the Unmotivated Artist
Nature posed. I rolled my eyes. How I Accidentally Started a Nature Cult with a Camera that Hates Me They say real artists stare into the abyss until it blinks back. I stared at a blank wall. It didn’t blink. So I photographed it. When that didn’t work, I hunted down every scrap in the house