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It’s been about six weeks of self-quarantine (or 60: Time is a flat circle and I don’t count days anymore). Our household is slowly settling into a routine. We’re making handmade pasta, we’re feeding the sourdough, we’re sliding into insanity and spending too much time on puzzles. I’ve really embraced this time to be my best, most productive self.

Just kidding. I hate it here. Here’s a day in my current life. I hope you can relate.

When my plants wither, it feels like a reflection of my own setbacks

Taking care of myself and my plants can be an uphill battle

Kate not Katie: Why I dropped the ‘i’ in my name

As I got older, my name started to feel like a too-small sweater

My parents’ divorce stopped me from being the kid I wanted to be. Here’s how I healed.

I realized every family has their own story, and this is mine