Hey. I’m Nan.

If you’ve been on the internet long enough to remember when picking the perfect Display Name was a crucial life decision, we’ll probably get along just fine. I’ve been blogging on and off since the mid-90s, and this space is my digital sanctuary.

In the real world, I’m an artist by trade and by soul. I spend my quiet hours creating, but I moonlight as a barista in the city because art doesn’t always pay the rent, and pulling espresso shots funds my obsession with authentic 1930s and 60s vintage goth fashion. You can usually find me behind an espresso machine, drenched in black, glaring at anyone who snaps their fingers at me.

I’m also a divorced mom of four. Yes, four. I have three very loud boys and a twenty-something girl who is entirely too perceptive. You won’t find their names or a lot of identifying details here. I keep things intentionally vague to protect their privacy, and honestly, because this blog is my space. It’s where I come to vent about the tourists, my arthritis, the exhausting state of the world, and whatever old pos TV show I’m currently using to cope with it all.

I use she/her pronouns, I have zero tolerance for bigotry or cruelty, and I am just trying to navigate this messy, chaotic life one double shot of espresso at a time.

Grab a cup of coffee and stick around.