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Pulled over on the side of the highway near Sundance, Wyoming a lot this morning. The colors kept reshaping themselves, and even though caffeine was a full hour away — everything is so far apart out here — I couldn’t make myself rus
Higher power be up to something. Dogs in the back. Been saying I wanted to live in NM for almost a decade. Why not? Let's gooooo. Fleeing back to my warmer weather.🌵☀️
4th step work but make it cute with breadsticks. Call my sponsor because I resent you for dying. Possibly changing the Google Maps destination again.
Barely moved on the map today: Rest. Therapy. Step work. I wasn't very nice. Pineapple chunks. Antibiotics. Contact purge. Tiny old dog hated the snow (literally started howling); warmed her in my shirt. Honest + dishonest. A ceremony that felt pivo
Still alive—honestly wasn’t sure if I’d freeze to death last night or not. Heading west. Repeating a mistake from 2014? TBD. Can’t feel my hands or feet. Increasingly feeling like
Two weeks of pure chaos: psychosis, Spanish moss, bad pizza, good dog parks, Stephanie Foo narrating my crisis, painting the van salamander green like that would fix anything, sleeping in 22° parking lots, YouTube diagnosing me hourly, and callin
writing in dog parks across the Southeast this one rewinds four days
Dog break in the ER parking lot bc #sickosinglemomofthree I need a coma and probably don't want to know what the code colors mean. Scout and I are excited to go somewhere outside after this.
Second night in the van. First time stealth camping. Dinner was hummus + pita, eaten cross-legged while sorting through things I no longer need. I let go of even more today — a good thing. The van feels lighter, and somehow I do too. I spent
this morning looks like reorganizing the chaos inside my little human-snail shell. spent my first night in the van with the three dogs — 10/10 chaos, 10/10 cozy — and this tiny 1999 gmc safari that somehow feels like both a crisis and a c
I have an actual address for a few days (thank you, sister’s house in Athens), which means something huge is happening tomorrow: the proof copies of my book are arriving. the proof copies of my book are arriving. Omg. I can’t believe i