As my state legislators debate whether or not I and many other people who live here deserve full autonomy over our bodies, I decided to try to put my rage down in words. If you’ve read When We Were Forgotten, then you know how I feel about reproductive rights. This time, my anger needed the beauty of poetry to be fully realized.
I sold another tiny story, and it’s going to be released in a very cool way. I’ll let you know when it’s available.
In the meantime, take care of yourselves. Be kind to your fellow human beings.
And, as always, thanks for reading.
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