F*** you, blank page
Who’s really blank here?
I have a thousand words clawing their way up my throat, but they’ve been there for ages and keep slipping back down. I’m bone tired. I don’t care enough. I haven’t posted in over a year.
I spent this year getting my kindergartener into special education—a brutal bureaucratic slog of meetings, forms, and condescending doctor’s appointments. She can’t hold a pencil or write her…