Brittanie Shey @brittanieshey@octodon.social
Independent journalist, Houstonian, yogi, potty mouth. She/her. brittanieshey.com
@MissSnarkerson I also got a dot tattooed on my ring finger cuticle. Someone asked me what it meant. Me: "nothing."
I think my FIL got the #metoo memo. He didn't try to awkwardly hug me after more than a decade of me telling him I don't hug.
Can't wait for my in-laws to notice and comment on my new hand tattoo.
@Latkes That totally describes her.
We took her to the park today and my husband got her to chase him. She started nipping at his heels so the blue heeler genes are definitely prominent.
Gus was a clumsy goofball who loved to cuddle and play keep away. Abby is serious and ladylike and has the most delicate manners and she lived for fetch.
It took about a week but my heart is opening to the new dog. I wasn't sure I could love her after losing Gus
I think part of it is she is coming out of her shell and showing a bit more character.
For those who wanted to see pics of the new doggo, here she is. She's part blue heeler, apparently part Vulcan and 8-9 months old.
https://octodon.social/media/hh2mUz8Q3Kgox2YF2So https://octodon.social/media/e9ouhm842QueC1MeADM
@KARiley40 I’m a regular contributor to Houstonia Magazine and have written for some national pubs like Curbed and Rolling Stone. I love to write profiles but I’ve been writing a lot about Hurricane Harvey the last few months.
@KARiley40 What do you write? I am a freelance journalist.
Haven't been doing much #amwriting as of late, been querying my eyeballs out since losing my publisher due to them closing the company.
I know a lot of publishing is luck, but man, it's disheartening to have to do all of this all over again.
Least I have an edited MS now and a pretty killer pitch. #amquering
It’s puppy day!
Maria's mom on Lady Dynamite is like all the worst parts of my mother and MIL combined. It is hard to watch.
We met a dog today. I am 100000000% in love with her. We took her for a walk around the block and I started crying. Now we have to go through the vetting process with the rescue — calling our references and a home visit. I am trying not to get my hopes up but I hope we have her before Christmas so my husband can spend time with her while he’s off. I love her. I never thought I could love another dog again.
I'm sorry if those toots should have come with a CW. I am just tired of perpetuating the silence, and today's election HOT TAKES have triggered me.
But each day I take a baby step across those eggshells. Maybe some day I'll be able to tell the whole story.
More than anything my family wanted to keep up appearances, regardless of what was going on behind closed doors. And I still feel like I'm walking on eggshells when I try to talk about this.
The last couple of years I've made a lot of strides i recognizing and healing form the abuse I endured. A big part of that healing is talking about it openly. But there is still fear. Fear of looking bad, fear of retribution, fear of another blow-up.
