An unhinged meditation on ice crunching, sensory rage, and why that tiny, echoing sound turns me feral. A plea for silence, manners, and my last remaining nerve.
A bitchy love letter to evolution: ditching the tired word “gay,” reclaiming Two-Spirit power, dragging anti-intellectual “anti-woke” nonsense, and reminding us we were born this way. The backlash is temporary.…
A sober, unapologetic takedown of Galveston’s Mardi Gras—aka Mardi Gross. A weeklong parade of booze, bad decisions, questionable fashion, and even worse smells. Surviving it without drinking deserves applause… or…
A hilarious road trip tale where a gas station stop turns chaotic—my sister-in-law got left behind, and we only realized 40 miles later! Let’s just say, Buc-ee’s will never be…