It’s all about flamingos.

Seriously. Now. The flamingo is in.

Owls, sparrows, swans? Has-beens. This is the summer of the flamingo. I say this while wearing a hot-rod print dress, so I’m gonna go 50s kitsch and recommend pineapples and tiki themes for good measure. But the bird that is the word now is the flamingo.

Next bird? I’m gonna throw pelican out there. 

It’s Not You, I Just Need Space

I’ll be reading from a special preview zine edition of this at the Ladyfest Cabaret at the Edinburgh Fringe this Sunday evening. Practised in front of my mom. She gave it the retired science teacher seal of approval. I’ll let you know when it’s available.