I’m ankle-deep in Tressie McMillan Cottom’s Thick: And Other Essays, which I am really enjoying despite what I’m going to say next. I AM SO ANNOYED. Or rather I’m annoyed by a handful of paragraphs…
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Day 146 of 200: A Frantic 18 Hours
On Day 8 of this 200 project I confessed to being The Goldilocks of Notebooks. However, I didn’t have the word count to explain that how once I found the one that just right, I…
Day 27 of 200: The Making of a Modern Blog Post
First, decide on a topic. When limiting yourself to only 200 words a day chose something you can handle with ease. Today you decide to write about dying on every hill. Second, watch the video…
Day 14 of 200: I Wish I Was Taller, I Wish I Was a Baller
True story: I do not wish I was taller. I’m not even entirely sure what a baller is. . . basketball player? player player? Frequently I’ve wished I was smaller. On a daily basis I…
Day 13 of 200: The Peanut Butter Toast Chronicles
I talked with my friend EM, who lives in Madison, tonight. I bragged to her about how I was blogging again and how I had done it for TWELVE DAYS IN A ROW. I blathered…
Day 9 of 200: In Love with Constraints
First, you should know I bit my tongue again. Hard. So hard, in fact, I shouted “oh fuck” with a mouthful of bean quesadilla. It’s as though I’ve forgotten how to eat. My tongue hurts…
Day 8 of 200: The Goldilocks of Notebooks
Recently, I was bragging to BFK how I was gonna start writing in the lovely Scribbles that Matter notebook I bought in February when I was almost finished with the Lab Notes notebook I’d gotten…
Day 7 of 200: 18 Years of IWillDare.com
Holy buckets! Eighteen years of this here website. EIGHTEEN YEARS. If IWillDare.com was a human she would vote in the next election (Erin Murphy! Angie Craig!). She’d probably be going off to a sensible state…
Day 3 of 200: Another First (I Think)
I’m sitting on the couch, my belly full of pizza. My mouth still burns from the jalapeños. I’m watching “A Different World” again. I skipped the first season on this go round because it felt…
Day 2 of 200: A Deep, Dark Confession
Here’s a deep, dark confession. Yep, a new confession 17 years into this blog. First, you should know I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. There’s no reason to feel guilty for things that bring you…