For the record: SSRIs and SNRIs have saved my life at least twice. If this ban happens, and I lose the fight with my own brain chemistry, load my body up in a trebuchet and launch me over the White House gates so that my corpse lays at the feet of this administration.

I don’t post my kids’ faces on my public social media spaces because I want them to be safe and to have informed consent, so I’m always thrilled when I can share them being adorable and ridiculous in a way that aligns with those values. Behold, my oldest just turned four.

a haiku by my baby from 4:45am

can’t fall asleep
even cozy, warm, and fed
must slap mother

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Because laughter is both a weapon and a shield in these dark times, let me remind you that there is not a single funny conservative because they cannot stand to look at themselves with humor and levity, so all their “jokes” come out extravagantly weird.

I’m going to make my very buttoned up boss a friendship bracelet and give it to her very sincerely just to see what happens.

If you’re a Christian who gets butthurt when the powerful are asked to be merciful, I worry you may have skipped a few relevant chapters/verses/the whole f***ing point.

Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde

Hero.

It’s been a trash few weeks, and very few things from the constant churn of viral moments lasts in my brain, but when things start to feel too heavy I just think of a) my kids or b) Ariana Grande tenderly gripping Cynthia Erivo’s lovely talon as they both held space in utter confusion.

the discover tab is actually super useful for seeing the kinds of opinions and insights that you’d expect from puddles or maybe some sand