I wrote this ode to @thatemilyfarris.bsky.social ADHD memoir I'll Just Be Five More Minutes last year. Seemed Women’s History Month worthy for @opensecretsmag.bsky.social since it’s part of my professional history.
Likes/comments/shares are appreciated.
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My kids are explaining the plot of Lightyear to me and it sure sounds a lot like Interstellar.
God, grant me the strength to no longer be charmed by men who’ve never been to therapy. (I know, I know. I’m an atheist and totally fucked here.)
I always give my sappy, romantic playlists sarcastic names so nobody thinks I’m a softie.
"Well, he IS a dick."
Just an FYI in case you ever need it: You can report errors on Google Maps. support.google.com/maps/answer/...
Me, dating post-divorce at age 42: “Okay, are you an avoidant fuck boy, are you actually trying to date me, or are you the worst option: a little bit of both?”
A year ago today, this essay was published in Lyz Lenz’s Men Yell at Me. On its surface, it’s an essay about choosing my career over my marriage—but really, it’s an essay about choosing myself.
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Email from school: "Our new online registration is an easy and convenient way to re-enroll your student! Here are 14 bullet points detailing how to log in and find the actual form. When you're done, please be sure to also upload copies of these seven very specific documents."
Okay, okay. I’m here.
