Writer, mother, lover. We should be kind, while there is still time.
Joined October 2013
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During WW2, soldiers could mail a voice message to loved ones on a super flimsy 78. My dad found one that his dad sent his mom but he has no way to play it, so it's up to me to transfer it to mp3. So I got a mic, added some crackle, and I'm about to record some absolute FILTH.
Fave line in "Good Luck, Leo Grande": when Nancy says she's not attracted to men her age. Personally, I AM attracted to men my age (and older). But I feel like men could stand to see what it feels like to be rejected as too old by partners your same age.
Leelee Skinner retweeted
Nobody has ever been more surprised than a husband hearing about his wife's plans for the second time.
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I feel you may need the sign language version of Norway’s entry for Eurovision, Give That Wolf A Banana, in your life.
Leelee Skinner retweeted
At a weed store you can say, “I want something to help me sleep that won’t make me wonder if my back door is unlocked,” and they will take you seriously, think hard about it, and then say something like, “Have you tried Ooga Booga Skywalker Cake?”
I swear I buy pickles or a @BoursinCheese, and a notification pops up at a university 100km away that reads "time to visit Mama!" #modernmagic #itsaspell
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“When police departments fail to report when a femicide occurs, they are shutting the door on an opportunity to amplify these issues that ultimately connects survivors to safety instead of more tragedies.” — @OaithDotCa thestar.com/news/gta/2021/04…
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Fifty years ago, if you wanted to see a picture of a raccoon, you either had to already have it or drive to a library. And raccoon in a funny hat? Forget about it.
Leelee Skinner retweeted
Ask yourself:
Could this meeting be a zoom?
Could this zoom be a phone call?
Could this phone call be an email?
Could this email be a text?
Could this text be unsent?
Could we in silence retreat to the forest?
Could we, by game trails & forgotten paths, vanish into the trees?
Lover and I are learning the violin, and we're TERRIBLE. But at this age, everything's easy: work's easy, parenting's easy, adulting stopped being scary ages ago. And yet, the only path to a big, passionate life is the rough path through the narrow pass. Bring on the hard things.
