20+ years ago, camping on a beach in Homer, Alaska. (I lived in Alaska for four years.)Thank you for sending these, @just_arianne 💗 Thank you for these decades of friendship.
We’re baaaaaaaack! @milliedechirico and I have a new podcast about being single women homeowners (and friends, duh). The first episode of Our Fucking House is up now on Patreon— subscribe for weekly episodes! Link in bio.
My writing students are the very best. Three week memoir class starts TOMORROW (a couple of spots left), and I’m doing a mini memoir course for the next two Saturdays. These will be the last classes until August! Spend your summer writing your book! Link in bio to sign up.
My students are THE BEST. Last chance to take classes until August! Don’t forget the mini classes are available if you can’t take the big three week class! There are only six spots left in the big class! Link in bioooooo.
I’ve never sat down and listed all of the places I’ve lived since I left home at 17, but I just did it for a new project. Since 1995, I’ve lived in 29 different apartments (35 if you count childhood) in seven states. Not included: two cross country trips where I kind of lived out of my car for a couple of months.
The zoom in is what is important.
One: How did we ever survive the 1990s
Two: What was wrong with us/me
ANYWAY this is why I have so many stories, and why it’s impossible for me to answer young people who ask me what they should do with their life. Y’all, I was feral at your age— I clearly have no fucking idea.
LAST CLASSES UNTIL AUGUST! I have been LOVING these courses (and so have you!). I’m taking a small break after this to work on a bigger project, so if you’ve ever wanted to take a writing class with me this is your last chance for a few months! Sign up for May. Link in bio.
Found my OG 1990s Gap jean jacket while going through Grandma’s stuff in the storage bedroom.
This process has been so sad (seeing her shaky handwriting on old checks) and so hilarious (finding my grandfather‘s Velcro Playboy bunny wallet). I still miss her every single day, but it feels like a normal amount of grief.
