The pink elephant in the room
I’m not afraid of it.
I’m going to ride it
Climb up there
And
Ride it like a pony
And when I’m done
I’m taking his trough of food away
So he’ll whither away
He’s taking up to much space
No one can breath
Pen to paper.
Health, Beauty, and Natural Living
Meditations on Art and Life
You are not alone
You can learn a lot from Lydia...(It's a song, not a promise.)
Adventures in Womanhood
My journey with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, M.E. & Mast Cell Disease
Things I want to say about this, that, and the other thing.
Queer librarian blogs mostly about books
Author of "A Past Worth Telling"
