Absurdity as an Act of Resistance

  I’m going to admit something that happened this year that I’m not especially proud of: I put on weight. I can’t tell how much, scales vary, maybe eight to twelve pounds. It’s kind of annoying. On my more self-gracious days, I remind myself that shapes fluctuate, so do body sizes, I’m a curvy gal, … Continue reading Absurdity as an Act of Resistance