Good morning. It's been a month. And I say that in the way that many people say "Ugh, it's been a day" or "one of those days" or "I'm glad this day is over." Because, friends, it has been a month. I won't go into detail about absolutely everything that has ailed me the past … Continue reading November 2018 & the Shit I Get Wrong on a Semi-Regular Basis
This very well sums up a lot of what I’m feeling lately. Well done, Camille.
Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves. Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.
Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat…
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I've lately been more than a little obsessed with bullet journaling. Not that I really have a ton of room in my life to devote to yet another side gig / hobby, but it's me, so you can't really claim any amount of surprise. As I've mentioned before, I get too excited about too many … Continue reading My New Bullet Journal & the Trouble with Niches
Truth time, everyone. I'm struggling. I feel that this is an important thing to write about today, not because every other day is so perfect, but because I realized this afternoon just how much of the shiny surface we all see online. As lovely as it is to celebrate the successes, it's equally important to … Continue reading “God, give us health and strength. We’ll steal the rest…”
I live on the first floor of my apartment building. This usually means that I have to keep the curtains drawn so that no one peeks in and sees that I've ordered Pad Thai for the third night this week. It usually also means that I hear every coming and going of every one of … Continue reading “Sometimes” – A Short Story by Pepper O’Brien
Give me an hour, and I will have your favorite cake baked and the kitchen smelling like heaven. Give me an hour, and I will run six miles. Maybe five... it depends on how I'm feeling that day. Give me an hour, and I will battle traffic into the city to meet you for lunch … Continue reading On Hustle, Balance, and Creativity
Friends, today I ask you to please practice compassion. I had not planned on adding my voice to the public conversation about the recent deaths of two (and many more than two) truly remarkable and very admired people, but I now think it bears repeating. By me and to whomever is willing to examine their … Continue reading On Compassion
...that I get when Hungry Harvest sends me a confirmation email telling me what to expect in my delivery box this Saturday. Naturally, I have already customized my box. I did it almost immediately after the last email I got that told me customization for this week's box was open. Add a dozen eggs (I'm … Continue reading There’s a thrill over produce…
...actually, I wrote it a while ago. A few years, in fact. Then it was published like an honest to goodness real book with a cover and paper pages, and I was so delighted, I think I actually cried. Then the publisher folded. Just my luck, right? So I cried some more, but that's fine. … Continue reading So I wrote this thing…
You're sitting on the other side of the bar when I first see you and it's weird because I'm afraid you'll know right away who I am, which is ridiculous because we're a thousand miles away from my town and I've grown out my beard and maybe you don't listen to my music and maybe … Continue reading “Not Really” by Pepper O’Brien