For Van Men Like You, There Are Van Women Like Me

I tried the Farmer Date App, and other rambling updates from my stationary winter

Dear Friends,

I’m writing to you from the frigid but beautiful living room of my current pet sit in Louisville, Kentucky, where I have come to spend the week to work on a top secret creative project and to take an online training this weekend without fear of my father banging on my door in the middle of it to tell me that he’s heading out to Costco and will be back within an hour.

The world here in the Midwest is still in a deep, sunless freeze. My friend Bronco just texted that she has landed in Southern California and that it immediately changed her spirit. I texted back: “It’s changing my spirit, too, vicariously.” I am so envious. I would die to be out there right now. I watched an interview last night with Pippi, a drag queen performer of the Mojave Desert. She was dressed in all black had a broke down car and funky round glasses, and I could feel the Southern California sun in her sad tale. The rawness of Pippi’s confessional interview is kind of what is inspiring this candid le…