“Who cares about all these dead Victorian women?” This question is an often uninvited guest in any conversation about my research, along with its relatives, “How does that help anybody?” and “Why do we need to know about all these horrible things that happened?” And although these questions are most commonly verbalized by my mother,… Continue reading I Write About Dead Victorian Women
Emerson knows. In fact, it’s almost like she came preloaded with anxiety-detecting software that allows her to register my every intrusive thought and abuse trigger as it arises. And although she’s only a five-month-old kitten with no formal therapy training, I’d swear she could be marketed as a therapy tool. Because in the short time… Continue reading More Than “Just a Cat”: Rescue Pets & Recovery
How many words do you use in a day? Think about every text, every tweet, every time you tag a friend in a meme. Think about every assignment you do for uni, every blog post, every time you say, “Sorry!” when you bump into someone on the street. The average person actually uses more than… Continue reading Keep Shrieking On
