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Underarm Hair and the Discovery of your True Self

Underarm Hair and the Discovery of your True Self

  Have I ever told you the story about the cool skateboard girl and her unshaven underarms? Since I hit puberty and understood that I belonged not...
From the Archives: On Writing

From the Archives: On Writing

photo credit: annabelle agnew Originally Published June 11th 2015 Titled: Adventures in Writing: A review of the last 30 years   I wrote a book on...
From the Archives: Your Hair is your Outfit, Everyday

From the Archives: Your Hair is your Outfit, Everyday

      Photo Credit: Annabelle Agnew I am curating essays that I have written over the last few years. Here is one that dates back from October 1s...
From The Archives: IN THE CRACKS

From The Archives: IN THE CRACKS

      Photo Credit: Annabelle Agnew I am curating essays that I have written over the last few years. Here is one that dates back from January 201...
From the Archives: Milkweed and Your 11 Year Old Self

From the Archives: Milkweed and Your 11 Year Old Self

I took Rosie out for a long walk this morning. As I reached into my pocket, I found an old milkweed pod. It was soft and made me smile instantly. I squeezed it for a few extra seconds and then smelled my hands.
Updates from Garbarino Acres

Updates from Garbarino Acres

This is a bold move, to try and write something in a half hour, without going down the rabbit hole. In 2017, I want to write more. My current issu...

On Painting

My first memory, like my first memory ever, is of me painting a heart in preschool. I must have been 3. My second memory was of me, peeing on the ...

The 2017 is HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE

Did you hear that? It was Oprah. She said the planner is here. And you know she means business. Years of having this on my Life Goals and it took ...

Labour of Days

  This past week has been full of planning, lists and task check boxes. Sure, there’s been late nights playing Risk, but we’re trying to stay f...

August And Everything After

For so long, I have  ruminated on what I would write when I finally sat down here with you. Every day almost, a thousand words would fill my brain,...

Follow Along

GUYS.... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MY WHOLE LIFE? One month. I haven't written in about one month, something completely unprecedented. Summer days are n...