An angry letter to the Supreme Court; a love poem to women.
179: because letting go doesn’t mean caring less
I give a shit about a lot of shit.
178: because repetition, repetition, repetition
Repetition has saved me during these strange, isolated weeks.
177: because your best is a moving target
These are strange times, friends.
175: because we can make it through this
Your time in isolation is not defined by how much you accomplish.
174: because the opposite of fear is not courage
I do not need the bravery of a soldier; I need the trust of a servant.
172: because all criticism is self-criticism
What you dislike in another’s work is what’s really wrong with your own.
171: because I won’t regret my body
Thank the heavens I told that nagging, curiosity-stifling voice to fuck off.
169: because I am not anxious
I am not the pacing heart, shuddered breathing, constantly engaged fight-or-flight.
168: because you should lose control
I don’t typically on eavesdrop, but what The Bald Man at Starbucks said fucked me up good.
Mary's One Hundred 