PinnedPublished inWrite A CatalystSafety Never Lived at Home — and That’s Why I Wrote Nobody’s PrincessBefore I became Shaped, I was shatteredOct 14A response icon26Oct 14A response icon26
PinnedPublished inShaped SoulsHe Moved In With Me — I Threw Out His Happy Time TowelLiving together sounded romantic — until I met his towel, his hamster, and his Jingle JugsOct 30A response icon41Oct 30A response icon41
PinnedPublished inShaped SoulsHe Asked Me Out for Tacos — I Said Hell YesThe night I learned survival doesn’t have to be politeAug 20A response icon35Aug 20A response icon35
PinnedPublished inShaped SoulsHe Didn’t Want a Partner — He Wanted a ServantMy father brought home a new wife and used her as a tool for his comfortJun 27A response icon60Jun 27A response icon60
PinnedPublished inThe MemoiristHe Dumped My Casserole — I Never Cooked For Him AgainI was newly married, broke, and doing my best, but one night told me everythingMay 4A response icon88May 4A response icon88
Published inInfinite ImpulseIf You Don’t Remember It, Maybe It Didn’t HappenA police officer’s words that still haunt me 18 years later2d agoA response icon182d agoA response icon18
Published inAnother Fucking PublicationI’ll Take the Fucking Spoons: A This or That for Grown-Ass WomenFrom pirate hookers to chronic diarrhea — my scientific approach to decision-making2d agoA response icon332d agoA response icon33
Published inAnother Fucking PublicationWhy Fuck Is My Favorite Four-Letter WordA Gen X woman’s defense of honesty, profanity, and not giving a polite damn5d agoA response icon305d agoA response icon30
Published inShaped SoulsThe Day I Realized My Father Would Always Be the ChildBoundaries were important to me, and he’d never understandNov 10A response icon14Nov 10A response icon14
Published inShaped SoulsMy Professor Said I Write Like I Speak — He Meant It as an InsultI erased myself for academia — and found my voice twenty years laterNov 7A response icon28Nov 7A response icon28
