Five-year-olds have got it right.

Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking, into the future.

But hey, I know we’re still here.

Yeah, I’m not going to need those.

Or is this all just magical thinking…

I’m trying to get excited about this.

I’ve moved on from Substack and life is beautiful.

Or, things we shouldn’t have to debate.

More to the point, give them the gifts you deserve.

Because, life.

Or Google it, I guess.

I apologize in advance.

Actually, the patriarchy can make for surprisingly good viewing.

A reflection on our obsession with judging ourselves and others.

Sticking it to your ex.

Then spread it around, like jam on toast.

The men can dance.

All my old injuries are coming back to haunt me.

There are more of them, but I’m bigger, and I have thumbs and money.

I stan the youth, but I don’t get their stance on beauty.