The hottest man I have ever known in real life was my comparative religion professor in college. I have absolutely no idea what I learned from him, though I’m sure he is brilliant, because I was much too busy waiting for him to lick his lips and watching his floppy hair fall effortlessly over hisContinue reading “Fantasies”
A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles.
I'm Worried My Therapist Hates Me: A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles. 