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We live on the surface of the sun.
A feral field guide of reinvention and domestic curiosity, by Elizabeth Harrell.
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We live on the surface of the sun.

When you draw crooked houses, screw up the sun, and somehow it all comes together, and your mom compares you to Van Gogh.

We jokingly call our house The Burrow, after the Weasleys’ house in Harry Potter.

Setting: Target

Let’s talk about getting married more than twice.

In an effort to avoid the Diarrhea Lettuce (which also could be any produce because apparently no one knows anything these days), I’m trying to shop for produce locally.

On postpartum depression, the Lindsay Clancy case, and the frightening realization that sometimes your brain stops being your own.

We’re all a little unstable lately, whether it’s our government careening out of control, or satellites careening out of control toward the moon, or a surprising amount of men on TV who have replaced their earring studs with hoop earrings, which feels like they’re careening toward pirate-dom, or the woman who allowed her very small son to push a grocery cart right into the back of my Achilles…

Mabel was my first dog.

Cheers to the sub-seasons that don't get enough credit. Just like Lugh's step-mom.

So what does? Also The Haunting of Hill House made me super upset.

The heat index in my town today is 120 degrees.