Mom. Journalist. Feminist. Humanist. Not necessarily in that order.
Stuff. I got way too much stuff. Stuff I bought and stuff I inherited. Stuff given to me and stuff that was left behind. Stuff I “saved” from other people’s stuff put out on the curb when they were purging their stuff. But the purge must go on.
Red is not my color.
Whenever I wear it, I feel like a clown. Or like I’m in drag.
Red is what Republican first ladies wear. Red reminds me of Nancy Reagan. I just say no…to red.
When I started this blog, I expected to post something everyday. But shit happens. Then more shit happens. I have actually been purging, but I haven’t been posting. Today, I offer these to the ash heap of history: