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Love Isn’t a Rose Ceremony—It’s Tuesday at 2 A.M. Accept This Apple, my reimagining of Snow White, is available now.
Read Accept This Apple and explore my Amazon author page. The Faeries Tell series has one unruly mission: keep the shine, fix the wiring, and invite everyone who’s been standing just off-camera to step into the light. Each book reimagines a “problematic” fairy tale through trauma-literate realism, queerness without spectacle, and modern logistics—because real magic
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Trump vs. Harvard: When Federal Grants Become Campaign Props
On September 3, 2025, U.S. District Judge Allison D. Burroughs did something rare in modern America: she called bullshit in a ruling and put the federal government back in its constitutional corner. Her decision ordered the Trump administration to unfreeze nearly $2.2 billion in research grants to Harvard, a freeze that was less about academic
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When the Music Stops: America’s Job Market Plays Musical Chairs with No Extra Chairs
On September 3, 2025, the Bureau of Labor Statistics did something rare: it delivered a plot twist. The newest JOLTS report showed that job openings slipped to 7.181 million in July, falling below the roughly 7.2 million unemployed Americans for the first time since April 2021. Translation: there are now more people looking for chairs
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Cash Me Outside the Constitution: How the Presidency Became Trump’s Most Profitable Side Hustle
The polite version says markets respond to policy. The honest version says markets respond to who writes the policy—and whether he’s already holding the bag you’re about to fill. On September 1–2, 2025, the Trump family’s crypto venture World Liberty Financial flicked its neon “OPEN” sign, listing the $WLFI token across major exchanges and conjuring
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Mirror Life: The Science Experiment Nobody Asked For
It takes a special kind of human optimism—or arrogance—to look at the planet, currently reeling from climate collapse, pandemics, and authoritarian cosplay, and say: You know what we need? A second form of life. Not new ecosystems, not sustainable energy, not even better TikTok filters. No. What we really need is “mirror life”—synthetic organisms whose
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Mariah Carey Finally Gets Her Moon Person: The VMAs Discover What the Rest of Us Knew in 1990
Awards are a strange currency. They aren’t proof of greatness, only proof of consensus—or more often, proof that enough voters remembered to tick the right box after too many cocktails. But every so often, awards act as an accidental confession. That’s what’s happening on September 7, 2025, when the MTV Video Music Awards will finally
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ICE Storm: Trump, Kristi Noem, and the Great Chicago Occupation
The Trump administration has a way of treating cities like wayward children—Chicago most of all. For decades, conservative politicians have invoked it as shorthand for chaos, crime, and everything wrong with “blue America.” To them, Chicago is less a place where millions of people live, work, and build lives, and more a stage for proving
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The Chains That Bind Us: A Love Letter to America’s Most Hated On Restaurants
It’s fashionable in 2025 to sneer at the chain restaurant. The discourse demands that we all pretend our palates are calibrated exclusively for chef-driven farm-to-table concepts where someone in a denim apron insists the kale was “foraged.” To admit you still eat at Olive Garden is like confessing you still burn CDs or own a
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Prestige TV, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Firehose
By 2025, prestige television no longer means anything. It’s like calling water wet, or calling Marvel “cinema” just to rile up Scorsese. Prestige used to be rarefied air—The Sopranos, The Wire, Mad Men. Now it’s practically background radiation, humming behind every streaming app. Prestige has metastasized. Every show arrives pre-packaged as “prestige,” the way cereal
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The Soundtrack of Survival: Thirteen Artists Who Speak To Me
Growing up queer, biracial, abandoned, and too often invisible, I didn’t have a roadmap. What I had were songs—other people’s stories sung like confessions, shouted like rebellion, whispered like prayers. These artists didn’t just entertain me; they saved me. They gave me language for my own sadness, resilience for my own survival, and proof that