my tattoo.

my tattoo.

So. I have a tattoo. One year ago I climbed a steep set of stairs, sat down in a black chair, and held my leg incredibly still as a stranger marked me with permanent ink. It was the day after April Fool’s and the day before Good Friday, somewhere in...
It’s Good Friday in America

It’s Good Friday in America

Real talk? Sometimes it feels like the world has gone mad. Disease, national disasters, war, and right now in America, the political climate too often feels like some kind of joke gone wrong. It’s Good Friday in America. In a few hours I’ll sit in a...