What You Can Do

In Which Our Dubious Heroine Runs Away and Invites You To Do Her Job

I feel like I’m breaking up with you. I’ve been sitting on cross-legged on the floor by the wood stove, (laptop resting above my moosehide mocassins) for the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you that I’m leaving. This is kind of the last minute. My sled is packed and tied, there… Continue reading In Which Our Dubious Heroine Runs Away and Invites You To Do Her Job