It’s 2020. You’ve been at home for 3 month. Half the clothing brands and fashion media companies you consume have been cancelled because it turns out they were racist af. Your co-working space has been cancelled. Your favorite boba place
It feels weird to talk about any type of racial experience besides the black experience right now. For the last two weeks, while sorting through layers of emotions, I’ve been working toward amplifying the message that black friends and peers ha
#blackouttuesday. or maybe performative wokeness. only time will tell.
It’s been open season on carbs for the last 6 weeks.... and we’re thriving.
once upon a time, someone left this weird nugget of a dog in a shopping cart outside a Lowe’s hardware store in Bakersfield, never to return for him. when i see how content he is sunbathing in his “spot” every afternoon around this
shelter-in-place day 38? we’ve finally given up on making the bed. or showering daily.
same shit, different day. i feel you old girl.
things i learned from making these burger buns (that i’m VERY FUCKING PROUD OF):⁣ 1. thoughts like “that looks easy” is never so when it comes to yeast. because she’s a living organism and it’s like dealing with a rogue
Just dandy, thanks for asking.
SiP life is somewhere between a completely made-from-scratch chocolate cake photographed in perfect natural lighting and i’ve-given-up-and-ordered-papa-john’s pizza photographed in mediocre kitchen lighting.
my anxiety level has risen in the last few weeks. it’s not a sense of fear but rather, a sense of hopelessness- not really knowing how to help. i see friends with children work 2x to manage professional + personal. i see friends with small busi
HEY, it’s #nationalpuppyday, you get me anything?