The Internet has burrowed inside my head and laid eggs, and it feels like they’re all hatching.
Wildness doesn’t just exist in facing off a lion with a burning branch.
I don’t believe in an afterlife. I’m not worried I’ll come back as a tampon.
If not for my books and the iguana I rescued from a pet shop, I’m not sure how I would have survived.
There’s nothing like a thirteen-year-old to get a parent raving about the evils of technology.
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