It's still a party in the USA. It just happens to be the Nazi party.

If you need to feel safe (you do), I urge you to head to the library. We want you there.

I am super American in that I get pissed when a celebrity gets diagnosed with the same disease as me because they're going to be adored for being publicly brave and not have to go bankrupt treating it.

Public library energy is the best energy. Like here is all the knowledge we could find, it's been meticulously organized and vetted and it will cost you nothing today, welcome to the absolute pinnacle of human civic evolution, feel free to pull up any bean bag chair you like

Thanksgiving is on Thursday. Just here to say that the act of cooking is morally neutral. Store bought. Homemade. Restaurant. Food pantry. Soup kitchen. Shelter. The kindness of a stranger. It's not a competition. Give what you can. Receive what you need. Leave the shame at the door.

I am still trying to find a home for this gorgeous short story I wrote ten years ago. All my rejections have been positive, and that's really a win in this little corner of the world. I love it too much to lose heart. #amwriting #shortstory

In this political climate, I hardly think it's appropriate to judge *anyone* for being addicted to the shindig.

"A Prayer for Life Ancillary to Death" by Meghan K. Strapec, originally published in "Gravitas"

Update: I have not made it to the woods yet. I have only made it as far as the local Hungarian restaurant to commune with my Eastern European-American brethren over coffee and cabbage. The cabbage transcends. It transcends. 🥬

I may need to go to the woods for a while, but not to live deliberately. Just to, like, dip.

I'm still mad at my 5th grade teacher for something she said to me 25 years ago. Cuh-caw.

when I say "I'm busy writing today" this is what I mean