Well, that didn't go as planned, but what ever does?
Strawberries and trust
And 2019's Word of the Year is...
Looking into the future amidst the chilling November winds...
Blessed Lughnasadh! Goodbye, Texas.
Here I am, 35 years old, longing to get out of a city that feels like it is pressing in on me from all sides all the time. I can't even get a decent shot of the moon because of all of the light pollution; there's a streetlamp in my front yard. Cities are great; … Continue reading My Future is a Farm
Where's this thing going, anyway?