Bloogers

The Stuff That Zines Are Made Of

When life hands you yarn, make a merkin for Cookie Monster.

Googling minds want to know … why I can’t stop doing this.

This was the conversation. The names have been changed to protect you from becoming an accomplice to murder.

You’ve been warned.

This.

If you lived anywhere near Seattle and had a Costco membership in early pandemic days, chances are Marcia saved your butt from chafing.

This just in: Your words have weight … so does your body.

Just another day at the out-of-office.

Meet the vehicle you can ride through procrastination. Bonus: It’s fueled by brain farts.

“A woman must have money and a bathroom of her own if she is to write a blog.” —Virginia Woolf

From the mind of an upper cruster on the internet