Three Things My Sourdough Starter Taught Me About My Attachment Style

If you asked me three months ago, in a pre-quarantine life, what my coping strategies would look like come the quasi-apocalypse, I would have lied so hard. “If this is really and truly it,” I joked in the blessed early days, “I’m shaving my head, getting approximately one million stick-and-poke tattoos, and riding a motorcycle … Continue reading Three Things My Sourdough Starter Taught Me About My Attachment Style

Each of My Medical and Psychiatric Diagnoses If They Were Drake Albums

THANK ME LATER If Thank Me Later were one of my medical or psychiatric diagnoses, it would be scoliosis! Much like my spine, Thank Me Later was incredibly vital but deeply flawed by an inability to maintain a straight, focused line of artistic purpose. And just as I must wear orthotics in every pair of … Continue reading Each of My Medical and Psychiatric Diagnoses If They Were Drake Albums