My stepdad keeps threatening to kill my mom and I wrote about it. This isn’t the first time he’s made death threats, but it is the first time anyone has talked about it outside our house. Womp womp. Sorry, Mom. (I’m not really sorry.)
My swimming career peaked at age 11, but the good news is I have enough pennies in my piggy bank to manufacture my own Olympic gold medal!
Some places I’ve lived: not all listed here, but I didn’t want to keep you all day.
EDIT: Nate’s mom pointed out that this piece neglected to mention that prior to moving to the Mission, we lived in her basement in the Richmond for a month. During that month, I inadvertently lost a few pounds – I felt bad about eating the food in their cupboards but didn’t want to buy any of my own because they keep kosher and I was afraid of accidentally contaminating everything. When we moved to the Mission, I gained the weight back by gorging at all the neighborhood taquerias.
I wrote an open letter to my stock options. Here’s hoping they respond with a Hallmark card and a blank check!
I wrote a piece about homebrewing kombucha. Question: How do I use this to get GT to send me a bottle of free kombucha every day for the next hundred years?
I am PUMPED to be featured today on what is seriously my new favorite website, The Billfold. Bookmark that ish pronto – especially if you neglected to take a single econ class in college like a genius (a.k.a. like me!).
My piece they ran is on raising backyard chickens. Check it!