I did not realize how afraid of homeless people I was until I sat in the parking lot of a church surrounded by them ( Read more... )

The white work truck with two men inside which sat on the side of the street until I approached and pulled into the street slowly before passing me ( Read more... )

I was distracted by the party. Relaxed. Garlic bread, garlic bread, garlic bread, ice cream. So much ( Read more... )

Yoga morning and I was so strong. Glasses off, and I can't compare myself to the other people in the room. I understand what I'm doing and I can move easily from pose to pose, my body holds no grudges ( Read more... )

Any neurosis I had around food has been channeled into Journaling fucking everything ( Read more... )

Deann is fifty but looks.... adorable. Her clothes, adorable. Glasses. Curled blonde hair. Tiny little body. She's an easy athletic ( Read more... )

Brooklynn was in the corner of the couch with a small, stuffed pink unicorn. Molly gave it to her for valentines because it's the closest thing to a narwhale she could find. B is obsessed with them, I want them to stay out of my dreams ( Read more... )

I forget everything but I remember this specific autumn day. I had just moved into a tiny house, just me and B, and I was standing on the porch while the leaves fell from the tree in the front yard. I remember the wind against my shirt against my stomach and how quiethappy I felt. It was the beginning of my quiethappy ( Read more... )

Purple yoga mat, hairy legs, cold sweaty neck. My psoriasis is a bad as ever and subsequently so is my hair. I braid and coil it at the base of my neck, I put it away ( Read more... )

Beth. She's Rbt's friend, and like most of Rbt's friends, I simultaneously like and dislike her. She's a performer. I feel like I am interfering when I engage in conversation with her. But she's funny. And she did a thing ( Read more... )