Journal

Small Town, Big Bugs, and Mild Existential Dread

After leaving the city and everything that broke me, I’ve landed in a tiny cottage surrounded by nature, quiet mornings, and highly evolved monster bugs.
Living with MS and perimenopause has slowed me down, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
Join me as I learn how to rest, rebuild, heal and find small joys in small places.

Life According To Bugsy

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The Other Stuff

I’ve Run Out of F*cks: A Listicle of Petty Grievances

TOWANDA!
I’ve entered my IDGAFEra™. Powered by hormones, chronic pain, and an utter lack of patience, I’ve made peace with the fact that some things (and people) just don’t deserve my energy anymore.

This listicle is my middle finger to loud chewers, unsolicited health advice, and every beige Instagram mom who pretends her toddler doesn’t throw forks.

Kathy Bates rammed a car in a parking lot once, and I’ve never felt more spiritually seen. My time has come.

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