Stacey Post
Bio
I write to quiet the voices in my head. For as long as I can remember, I've had stories appear in my head and tell themselves to me, over and over and over. Writing them down seems to help.
Stories (2)
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Rapunzel
Dear Mom, I’ve never told you who I really am. When I was younger, you told me who I was, and I believed you for so long. Everyone had a pigeonhole in our family: the oldest, the middle, the youngest, the rebel, the loner. And me, I was the broken one. The fragile one. The one who couldn’t be expected to do what other people did, because I couldn’t handle it. The one who lived in a fantasy world and couldn’t understand reality.
By Stacey Post4 years ago in Humans
ORDERING DELIVERY FOOD WITHOUT BEING A JERK
The advent of Covid-19 and the subsequent lockdowns saw a huge increase in orders for food delivery. This was a huge boon for people like me, who use the “gig” industry as a handy way to make some extra money or to fill times when we’re between regular jobs. Unfortunately, there seem to be increasing numbers of customers who don’t understand what’s involved in bringing this convenience to them, and quite a few other drivers I know are opting out of this kind of work. Therefore, I’m offering this handy guide, in the hopes that my job will be easier and you will be able to continue using this handy option.
By Stacey Post4 years ago in Journal
