A year ago, my body was recovering and I was becoming a version of myself that waited many years to be realized. The change was not without cost and it’s not perfect and yet, every single day I am grateful for what top surgery has given me. As I tried to write about this, I am sensing that there is much left to say about the topic. In the meantime, i have made this little zine.
Peppermint Alley Presses ready to be folded (there is always a copy for YOU if you send in your address) but first: coffee + biscottiAny guesses where I collected sand from?
New summer return stamp! As usual, I have a few extra copies of my little non-news-letter. Let me know if your mailbox needs some attention. 📬🪄
Peppermint Alley Press on location! This is beach writing at its finest and some tallies for the things that start our summer.
yes, I should be sleeping or packing or touching up bathroom paint but these cicada wings were calling.
