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My gosh…we passed 2,000 subscribers overnight. Either you’re all extremely loyal, or you’ve fully lost it. Either way—I’m honored.

Thank you for showing up. Thank you for following me here. Thank you for reminding The Woman that a formerly stray cancer-killing machine with strong opinions and questionable table manners still has pull.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get spiffed up for my checkup with Dr. Kenny—the only human I willingly allow to poke, prod, and praise me.

I’ll report back later…

sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.

Sometimes I fantasize about disappearing.

Not dying.

Just logging off.

Getting a job no one cares about.

Growing tomatoes.

Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.

Not as a failure.

But as a kind of freedom.

If you want to be a strong writer, read and support strong writing! Like Momma said, “You are what you eat.”