I have to write a 100-word flash piece about a picture I took. My daughter and I keep trading creative works with one another as we are both so happy with her diagnosis. She wanted an explanation and this label fits.

I just stared at my phone for an hour and yep, that feels about right.

Men, what say you? Am I your enemy?

Each man who has harmed or abused me told me, 'I am a good guy. I am a nice guy.' They weren't and they're still out there, available to harm, because I have no means to stop them.

I would rather deal with a bear.

It's spring, so pirate skirts and fishnet tights. Trust me when I say that I make this look classy.

Deviant roll call: 🙋‍♀️

Posted a tweet about male violence being bad this afternoon and have since been called a misandrist, an ableist slur, hysterical, and overall a man-hating idiot by several dudes.

The irony of it all.

I took an edible, had some coffee, then read aloud 'The Raven,' and when I tell you how absolutely delightful it was, I mean it. So much fun.

Do the thing.

Post a selfie from your gallery and turn it black and white 🖤🤍

I will always choose the bear.

Sunday demands graphic novels or poetry. Today, going with poetry.

It's nice for the dispensary to follow-up with a text, asking how I'm doing. Feeling mellow, man. Feeling mellow.

They say, 'Write what you know.' My daughter is grateful I do. I love my autistic child so f-king much. Now, to figure out where to hang this perfect art piece.