It’s a weird time to be a writer because there are vanishingly few places to write. A version of this originally appeared in my ~newsletter~ . Every time I move apartments, I take a moment to try to remember my last shower. In the hot, steamy cubicle, trying not to…

A cereal killer of the human libido Look at this man: Here he is on a bicycle.

When I was first diagnosed with inattentive ADHD, it was, quite honestly, kind of embarrassing to me. It didn’t fit my internal narrative about myself. I have a bizarrely good memory. I’m aggressively absorbed by my interests and can learn quickly. And when I’m working on something I enjoy, the…

A couple of weeks ago, my partner mentioned that he was frustrated by the fact that we have at least three “chaos” drawers in our home. He’s not wrong, and I’ve thought about it often since he mentioned it. One that has the things that only get recycled sometimes (wine…

That’s how a society works. — One of the most mindboggling reactions to people who don’t have children is that they’re selfish. That the choice not to create a genetic replica of themselves makes someone a narcissist. And that we whorish crones with tumbleweeds in our wombs are somehow leeching up resources without giving back. This…

Living in my 30s without the dog who delivered me through my 20s — This week I realized that I missed our anniversary. The day a small 20-year-old girl met a small, unknown-aged dog and the two became a perfect match. In years past — fifteen of them now — I would post a picture of him and tell a story about his quirky…

I swear if I hear this one more time, the earrings are coming out. — At my local Fred Meyer, it’s a relatively quiet day. I scramble to pack my own grocery bags — it appears that there are no courtesy clerks on shift—and the middle-aged cashier, who wears a button touting his 15 years of service, looks at me with an apologetic smile and…