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Jen Popa
@jenpopa.bsky.social
Writer. Ph.D. Special Folios Editor at Pleiades. Keeper of a small flock of animals. Eldest daughter feasting exclusively on a diet of low-hanging fruit. A “pick me” but for dogs.

https://jenniferpopa.com
Joan’s got jokes.
November 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I walked through the cemetery for my stupid mental health. If I have to exercise, I want it to be with the teens doing tarot, the power walkers, the landscapers enjoying some midday weed, and of course Doris & Morris’s shared headstone, there to remind me that love is eternal and so is rot.
October 30, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Had my first request to share my sourdough starter, so yes, I am telling everyone who will listen that Strega Doughna is pregnant and I’m to be a grandmother: proud, unhinged, and thinking of baby names.
October 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM
After 34 hours, I am devastated to report that using my starter for cinnamon rolls has summoned a pastry so good I may never know peace again.
October 12, 2025 at 2:12 PM
In this economy, I’m count myself lucky to just get the one.
September 23, 2025 at 9:45 PM
These little orphans survived panleukopenia, giardia, and maggots. Four years later, my happy little chaos goblins are thriving—and leaving incriminating paw prints in the rising bread dough.
August 17, 2025 at 1:35 PM
This morning’s show: The Great Raccoondini escapes through a roof hole in a dazzling display of furry acrobatics, mischief, and structural compromise. 🪄🐾✨
July 22, 2025 at 1:24 PM
July 10, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Turns out I only tossed half of the Ennis carcass yesterday, his other half remained hiding in some grass. Ask me how I know!
June 20, 2025 at 5:20 PM
On his third bath since Sunday after repeatedly rolling in a mystery scent which I believe is a rotting worm.

“I wish I knew how to quit you.” —Louie to Ennis the worm carcass, probably
June 19, 2025 at 12:54 PM
It’s not officially spring until Mama Bunny returns and we erect a boundary that goes up when the dogs go outside, and we begin a month of pep talks about how there will be no taste testing the babies 🐰
May 21, 2025 at 1:00 AM
We celebrate #IndependentBookStoreDay in this house, as it is the holiest of holidays and indie booksellers are the actual best. Displays like this one at Sower Books in Lincoln, NE are a reminder that Amazon could never.
April 26, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Ask and you shall receive.

Hello from Ramona 👋🏻
April 18, 2025 at 12:10 PM
New WFH gig means I have to ask myself how long before I can reveal to my new colleagues that this stage 5 clinger runs this house and I am just the cringey staff who indulges him.
April 17, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Whatever stage of coup despair is “buys a lunch tray for girl dinner because dear god we must find joy wherever we can” that’s where I’m at.
April 12, 2025 at 8:31 PM
Why would I get him a DNA test when I already know that he is A Problem?
March 30, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Anyone else have a dog who’s into doing trust falls without warning?
March 24, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Just a lil ragamuffin on the other side of bath day, living his best life with his favorite headless toy (taxonomy no longer know, though much beloved).
March 18, 2025 at 12:56 AM
What about if they’re religious bigots? Mine has made it his life’s work to harass the Catholics going to mass across the street.
March 15, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Show me the last pic of you from before things went sideways in 2020

(Treating myself to a birthday jade tree.)
March 13, 2025 at 3:07 AM
It’s not birthday cake for breakfast. It’s called a serving of fruit. Ever heard of it?
March 9, 2025 at 2:20 PM
My stint with Catholicism may have ended when, as a moody tween, I refused to be confirmed in the church to the horror of some family members, but to the pączki I remain devout some thirty years later.
#infrieddoughwetrust
March 4, 2025 at 4:45 PM
You didn’t say anything about unsolicited goat babies, so…
March 3, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Nigel’s love language is being a cozy little guy, mine is sharing cringe cat lady stuff on the internet.
February 17, 2025 at 7:12 PM
In case you need something sweet today, my Valentine always crosses his furry feets when he sleeps 🥹
February 15, 2025 at 12:32 AM