I’m reading Whistling Vivaldi: How Stereotypes Affect Us and What We Can Do by Claude M. Steele for summer reading for my work. I can’t stress enough how much I don’t like this title for this book at all. (Speaking of stereotypes.) “Whistling Vivaldi” just doesn’t read “Awesome and Amazing Book about Stereotypes, How They […]
Author archive:
Katie
It’s nearing the end of August and there’s 4 months left of 2020. I can’t even imagine what November is going to bring (my guess is an election scandal, voter suppression, military coup, you know, that kind of thing), and December will definitely be the worst holiday season in years. So I’m not going to […]
BUT FIRST – I feel like I’ve officially graduated into big girl pants. I got a new web host, my own domain name… not sure what else there is? There’s a lot of fancy things that I have absolutely no clue about, but they’re available if I choose to use them. If I can figure […]
I read Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson earlier this year. I loved this fable from the book and copied it by hand as soon as I read it. I don’t think it really needs any preface. ❧ ❧ ❧ Once upon a time, in the forest, lived a woman who was […]
What the actual fuck is happening in this world. I honestly don’t even know where to begin. There’s been too much, way too much for me to get through. So I’m not going to. We know where we’ve been and where we are. Will we make it? I fucking hope so. When the Covid shit […]
Here we are, a quarter of the way through this year’s challenge! I’m stoked with my progress so far. Keep reading to see what I’ve been up to!
I had a conversation with a friend recently about the concept of love languages and whether or not it stood up as a paradigm through which we can view our needs and wants in a relationship.
I started watching a movie about Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein; or the Modern Prometheus over the weekend. The movie was terrible, so I didn’t finish it, but I did find a few quotes that I really loved. One was an actual quotation from Shelley’s father, William Godwin, which I shared in my previous […]