Bad Ass Tumbleweeds

a lesson from invasive weeds

Halloween circa 1996

Once upon a time in my twenties, I was a bad ass bitch. I proclaimed it, I sang about it, I was resplendent with badassery. I was proud of my fierce independence. I needed no one. This was the 90s in New York and Seattle when combat boots weren’t just a fashion statement; they were about being ready for anything from a mosh pit to a …