Not Afraid of Bees

I am J.D. Vance’s worst nightmare. A single, childfree, millennial woman. I don’t even have a cat. Congress seems to think women like me are leading this lifestyle simply to defy them. Babes, I can promise you’re thinking about us far more than we are thinking about you. I am not single, and without children…

Some words of wisdom on the eve of that wide-eyed little babe’s 40th birthday: Most of navigating life is about adjusting your priorities as needed. Deciding something isn’t working for you doesn’t mean you’ve failed. Knowing when to throw in the towel or focus your attention elsewhere is a form of success. It’s a cliché…

CONTENT WARNING: Body image/disordered eating Body stuff is fucking hard. Societal pressures and beauty ideals lead us (womxn) to believe any struggles we have related to our weight are our fault. Too fat. Too thin. Too toned. Too flabby. You’re either too obsessed with how you look, and you’re overdoing it, or you’re too lazy…

I got my first tattoo on my 21st birthday. It was in honor of you; Chris designed it. It’s a beautiful design, tributing your many artistic talents. Your name is woven into it, “Mae.”  A handful of years ago, we were talking about you, and Mom mentioned that you always hated being called “Mae.” I…