I'm the one without fur
I'm the one without fur
I’m a writer, artist, and certified plant-killer. I love the ocean, despise cheese, and have an overarching mission in life to pet all the dogs I possibly can. Let’s talk it out. I promise not to puke on you.
Life's short and so am I
When I was 5, I threw up during sharing time, surrounded by my entire preschool class. My mom was summoned, and I was promptly taken home. I’m sure I traumatized many a toddler that day. I don’t remember. But what I do remember is this: sobbing with a fervor hitherto undreamt of after being told that no, I couldn’t go to the library just because I left school early, I had to go home and rest.
Vomit. Not the most glamorous start to a story, but the rest of the journey is blessedly puke-free (and stays that way, I hope).
bay area, ca
When I was 5, I threw up during sharing time, surrounded by my entire preschool class. My mom was summoned, and I was promptly taken home. I’m sure I traumatized many a toddler that day. I don’t remember. But what I do remember is this: sobbing with a fervor hitherto undreamt of after being told that no, I couldn’t go to the library just because I left school early, I had to go home and rest.
Vomit. Not the most glamorous start to a story, but the rest of the journey is blessedly puke-free (and stays that way, I hope).
Life's short and so am I
I’m a writer, artist, and certified plant-killer. I love the ocean, despise cheese, and have an overarching mission in life to pet all the dogs I possibly can. Let’s talk it out. I promise not to puke on you.
bay area, ca