I could be wrong about everything. It’s a liberating idea. Righteousness is trendy. It feels like rebellion to freely admit my ambivalence.
Our collective diapers need changing before we tip the whole world into catastrophe. Anger about our rash has made us irrational.
I had a peculiar dream about speed dating in a nursing home. Probably because I’ve been thinking about the alacrity of elder hook-ups.
I have a black hole on the left side of my face near my nose. It’s been there almost my whole life. My dermatologist looked at it and gasped.
Billie Best tells the story of meeting an Asian girl on the train and having an unexpected conversation. 26 minutes, one take, unedited.
I’m developing a menopause conspiracy theory because menopause has become the Area 51 of medicine with alien forces sapping women’s hormones.