100 years ago today, on August 18, 1920, women gained the right to vote here in America. In 1924, Native Americans were granted citizenship and the right to vote, and in 943, Chinese immigrants/citizens were given the right to vote. The final change that would guarantee all men and women of this country their right to vote wouldn’t come until 1965, which prohibited racial discrimination in voting. My grandmother was born in 1909. When she was eleven she would not have been allowed to vote, but by the time she graduated with her master’s degree, she could. The suffragettes fought for over 80 years to get the Nineteenth Amendment.  It…

At least once a day, everyday, this happens: I see Murphy’s rocket shaped tooth brush somewhere in the house… wherever he left it last. Then, I register [yet again] just how much it looks like a dildo. Then, for anywhere between fifteen minutes and an hour, I hear Frank Sinatra singing “Fly Me to the Moon” in my head. I am not sure this is sustainable.

Trigger Warning: this post deals with domestic violence and horrendous human shittiness. (Also, it is not funny.) Something happened two months ago, and I’ve been struggling to write ever since. I’ve been struggling to do anything, to be honest. But I’ve been creatively stuck and I’ve been looking for lighthearted things I can write about to make people laugh, which is my clearest goal here. It would seem that I can’t. I can’t think about other things yet, so I’m going to write about the terrible thing here and remove it from my soul, like a fatty blockage in my heart. It’s rough but here we go. We have to…