Holy J’s on my feet, fam! (Just bought my first pair of actual J’s a few weekends ago in Chicago. I’m excited and obsessed.)
Ahh winter in the midwest. The perfect time of year to snuggle up under big, fluffy blankets and Netflix your life away.
Which is exactly why I cancelled my subscription.
I’m not much of a planner.
For people who grew up with Type A me, this sounds like I fell off a bar stool in Iowa City and hit my head. While I have actually seen this happen, (LOL college bars *shudder*), that’s not the case.
I’ll start this out with a disclaimer: This post has the word fuck in it. Quite a bit, actually. If you find that offensive, don’t read it, and shut up about it. If you don’t, you should read this, too. My favorite writer human, Mark Manson, wrote an entire post about The Subtle…
I was having breakfast with my mother a week ago when inspiration finally hit. I’ve been waiting to start a blog until I found a name that felt right. Lo and behold, all it took to find that was a visit from mom, and a conversation about growing up in small town Iowa with a brain…