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hi! Iā€™m lindsay.

On this particularly gray May day, our morning was filled with rainbows and books thanks to @godsaveourqueens_storyhour and the fabulous @yvettegetarian šŸƒšŸ‘‘šŸƒ I’m so grateful to raise our kids in a city where joyful celebrations of inclusion (
Oh hi I’m back after nearly a year and a half and what better way to return than with an accidental botox PSA. Swipe for awkward close-ups of my face and then here’s a bunch of words about the physical manifestations of trauma, natch. āœØ I
Freshman year of college I took a Surrealist Writing class and LOVED it. It was fun and weird. I loved writing poetic word puzzles where I could hide details of the story in the word count or structure or whatever rule made sense at the time. In my e
I’ve had a few names. Asher asked me to read this book today. Granny was my sister’s paternal grandmother and Jenkins was my sister’s last name, (and my mother’s at the time.) When I joined the party, my biological dad wasn&rs
Why another Instagram profile, Lindsay? You’re already terrible at posting on the first one… Excellent question, me! While I’d like my publishing dreams to look like me cranking out adorable books that people love while remaining e
HOPE ——— I queried an agent today who I’m really excited about. And while the odds are stacked against me and I may never hear back, it made me hopeful that someone out there will like me and my writing someday. (But this age
SERENDIPITY ——— This #hopewriters challenge has been an excellent exercise in consistency for me. And today I reeeeally tried to find something serendipitous to write about. But kids and brain fog and work and life did the things th
EXPLORE ——— I consider myself an explorer Though I’m not one to take a new path Unless those pathways are neural and the new lands are you And the stories that make up your past. šŸŒµ I consider myself an explorer A diver to th
INTENTION ——— Intention sometimes feels like the worst part of me. I drown in it. All promise with no action. All talk and no walk. I see the word and feel depression curl up around me like a weighted blanket. But today I read that
QUIET ——— it was a quiet day the kind that brings peace the niagara river making the kind of noise that quiets the brain and then the statue and the questions about the girl his quiet heart confused my noisy heart broken i did my be
it was fine another (no) labor of love this time, a textbook emergency this time, the pain was all in my head but my hair looked great and hers looked dark and everyone had a bed so we slept
friends were outlawed in 2020 so ours broke the rules to love us at 2am at 2pm showing up again and again if asher remembers, he’ll only remember hugs hugs and safety in an unsafe world we got loved and no one got sick