“CAN YOU BELIEVE THESE ABSOLUTE BOYFRIENDS WHO LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND ARE SO OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER?” I texted my friend Jane (who lives in Canada and whose taxes pay for this newfound obsession) about Heated Rivalry last week. As if transported back to my high school self’
The matryoshka (Russian nesting doll) tattoo on my left arm reminds me that I contain multitudes, and her eyes haunt me when I waste too much time resenting parts of myself. Many people see me as a confident person—someone who wears bold shoes and outfits, speaks loudly, and says
The irony is not lost on me that my professional writing career began through blogging when I was 13 and first became “Tumblr famous” and now, well, here I am once again back to blogging 17 years later. You used to be able to pickaxe your way into writing for
