Rachel
@ubemedusa.bsky.social
Poet. Writer. Baker. Mother. Connoisseur of spooky things. Mixtape and playlist enthusiast. Usually the first to cry in group settings. 🇵🇭 Writing @ rachelronquillogray.substack.com
Tis the season to disassociate and have a lot of random thoughts unfit for anyone to hear, so here I am, on a social media platform so I can send my dark season weird thoughts out into the void.
November 29, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Tis the season to disassociate and have a lot of random thoughts unfit for anyone to hear, so here I am, on a social media platform so I can send my dark season weird thoughts out into the void.
My husband just said to me, “Okay, I’m going to go pee pee.” Our kid was not in the room.
May 8, 2025 at 2:37 PM
My husband just said to me, “Okay, I’m going to go pee pee.” Our kid was not in the room.
There’s nothing quite like popping one of your kid’s snacks into your mouth and realizing it’s damp.
May 7, 2025 at 10:48 PM
There’s nothing quite like popping one of your kid’s snacks into your mouth and realizing it’s damp.
For my latest letter, I meant to write about a weaning celebration cake, and instead I wrote about everything that led up to this moment: my birth plan going to shit, being a NICU mom, and the evolution of my relationship to breastfeeding and my kid.
How Our Mama Milk Era Began, or A Prelude to Chocolate Cake with Strawberry Frosting
Buckle up, bring your snacks and a beverage -- we're going on a journey and it's a two-parter.
rachelronquillogray.substack.com
April 25, 2025 at 4:25 PM
For my latest letter, I meant to write about a weaning celebration cake, and instead I wrote about everything that led up to this moment: my birth plan going to shit, being a NICU mom, and the evolution of my relationship to breastfeeding and my kid.
My child just asked, “Is this a booger, mom?” and proceeded to try to hand me one of her dried boogers. In case anyone was wondering how the eve of my 40th birthday is going.
April 14, 2025 at 9:53 PM
My child just asked, “Is this a booger, mom?” and proceeded to try to hand me one of her dried boogers. In case anyone was wondering how the eve of my 40th birthday is going.
Any parents feel me when I say I can feel in my bones that bedtime tonight is going to be a horror show? My sixth sense is telling me that someone is going to cry a lot, and it’s going to be me, probably.
March 21, 2025 at 10:46 PM
Any parents feel me when I say I can feel in my bones that bedtime tonight is going to be a horror show? My sixth sense is telling me that someone is going to cry a lot, and it’s going to be me, probably.
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Imagine not taking the chance to be a complete pain in the ass under the cover of saving democracy.
It would not be me.
It would not be me.
January 29, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Imagine not taking the chance to be a complete pain in the ass under the cover of saving democracy.
It would not be me.
It would not be me.
Typical NYT. A storyteller to boost up the tyrants.
Let me get this straight. Petro calls for dignified transit. Trump threatens tariffs. Petro smacks Trump in a post threatening his own higher tariffs. And Trump agrees to what Petro asked for. And yet NYT is calling this *Petro* backing down?
January 27, 2025 at 4:27 PM
Typical NYT. A storyteller to boost up the tyrants.
If I could get rid of all social
media and go back to my MySpace circa 2007, I would do it in a heartbeat. Give me a place where I can post my favorite BTS song, write cryptic and emotionally vulnerable one-line posts, and let my IRL friends leave public contextless unhinged messages on my profile.
media and go back to my MySpace circa 2007, I would do it in a heartbeat. Give me a place where I can post my favorite BTS song, write cryptic and emotionally vulnerable one-line posts, and let my IRL friends leave public contextless unhinged messages on my profile.
January 25, 2025 at 2:59 AM
If I could get rid of all social
media and go back to my MySpace circa 2007, I would do it in a heartbeat. Give me a place where I can post my favorite BTS song, write cryptic and emotionally vulnerable one-line posts, and let my IRL friends leave public contextless unhinged messages on my profile.
media and go back to my MySpace circa 2007, I would do it in a heartbeat. Give me a place where I can post my favorite BTS song, write cryptic and emotionally vulnerable one-line posts, and let my IRL friends leave public contextless unhinged messages on my profile.
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I think this, from @brianbeutler.bsky.social? Is exactly right. www.offmessage.net/p/poke-the-b...
January 11, 2025 at 2:30 PM
I think this, from @brianbeutler.bsky.social? Is exactly right. www.offmessage.net/p/poke-the-b...
My daughter just brought me a toy hair straightener and asked me what it was. I told her they were tongs. Smashing the patriarchy, one toy beauty product at a time.
January 11, 2025 at 5:58 PM
My daughter just brought me a toy hair straightener and asked me what it was. I told her they were tongs. Smashing the patriarchy, one toy beauty product at a time.
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A good hiking tip!
December 29, 2024 at 3:26 PM
A good hiking tip!
Reading people’s Goodreads reviews like…did we even read the same book?? Jesus. And also, what universe are we in where a romcom starring people in their early 40s is categorized as “later in life” romance? Jesus.
December 26, 2024 at 6:38 PM
Reading people’s Goodreads reviews like…did we even read the same book?? Jesus. And also, what universe are we in where a romcom starring people in their early 40s is categorized as “later in life” romance? Jesus.
It’s fine that my chicken pot pie has oozed out onto the bottom of my oven and I’m now turning it up to bake potatoes, right?
December 25, 2024 at 8:11 PM
It’s fine that my chicken pot pie has oozed out onto the bottom of my oven and I’m now turning it up to bake potatoes, right?
The “recommended songs” that come on after our family Xmas playlist has finished consists of the usual classic Xmas tunes and…The Beaches.
December 24, 2024 at 6:45 PM
The “recommended songs” that come on after our family Xmas playlist has finished consists of the usual classic Xmas tunes and…The Beaches.
If anyone’s looking for a holiday horror movie watch, Better Watch Out isn’t it.
December 24, 2024 at 6:21 AM
If anyone’s looking for a holiday horror movie watch, Better Watch Out isn’t it.
New favorite social interaction is exchanging exasperated looks with other toddler moms in the midst of holiday grocery store chaos.
December 23, 2024 at 5:44 PM
New favorite social interaction is exchanging exasperated looks with other toddler moms in the midst of holiday grocery store chaos.
Just got dressed down by a toddler for not scooping her avocado with a spoon correctly. (“Moooom, I told you to scoop it! With a spoon! Look at it!” “Yes, I scooped it with a spoon.” “No, mom, not like this. With a spoon!!” “Yes, with a spoon.” “No!! SCOOP it, with a SPOOOOON!!!”)
December 14, 2024 at 6:23 PM
Just got dressed down by a toddler for not scooping her avocado with a spoon correctly. (“Moooom, I told you to scoop it! With a spoon! Look at it!” “Yes, I scooped it with a spoon.” “No, mom, not like this. With a spoon!!” “Yes, with a spoon.” “No!! SCOOP it, with a SPOOOOON!!!”)
Okay, Spotify. If I’m listening to a playlist and I put it on shuffle, I do NOT want to hear songs that are not already on the playlist. I’m listening to a human-curated list for a reason!
December 9, 2024 at 3:48 PM
Okay, Spotify. If I’m listening to a playlist and I put it on shuffle, I do NOT want to hear songs that are not already on the playlist. I’m listening to a human-curated list for a reason!
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A doctor’s letter to United Healthcare for denying nausea meds for a child on chemo
December 5, 2024 at 3:01 PM
A doctor’s letter to United Healthcare for denying nausea meds for a child on chemo
Instead of doomscrolling my socials endlessly this holiday season, I’ve resolved to instead open up my kindle app or a real-ass book and read instead. It’s already helped my mental health immensely. Also, I’ve discovered I’m a fan of…K-pop YA lit??
November 30, 2024 at 4:26 PM
Instead of doomscrolling my socials endlessly this holiday season, I’ve resolved to instead open up my kindle app or a real-ass book and read instead. It’s already helped my mental health immensely. Also, I’ve discovered I’m a fan of…K-pop YA lit??
The only angry muttering I did today was at a recipe telling me to baste my sweet potatoes. (“Go fuck yourself, I’m not basting these sweet potatoes.”) If this is the only swearing I do today, I’ll call it a good day.
November 29, 2024 at 1:53 AM
The only angry muttering I did today was at a recipe telling me to baste my sweet potatoes. (“Go fuck yourself, I’m not basting these sweet potatoes.”) If this is the only swearing I do today, I’ll call it a good day.
My kid called SpongeBob, “the big cheese guy,” and I am delighted.
November 28, 2024 at 9:34 PM
My kid called SpongeBob, “the big cheese guy,” and I am delighted.
It’s amazing what a little 30 minute nap can do for a girl’s mood. I’m a whole new pleasant human that doesn’t want to run away from her house and curl into a tiny ball in a pile of leaves to get away from her overly affectionate toddler.
November 27, 2024 at 10:19 PM
It’s amazing what a little 30 minute nap can do for a girl’s mood. I’m a whole new pleasant human that doesn’t want to run away from her house and curl into a tiny ball in a pile of leaves to get away from her overly affectionate toddler.
What kind of monster wants a sweet potato casserole withOUT marshmallows?
November 21, 2024 at 10:27 PM
What kind of monster wants a sweet potato casserole withOUT marshmallows?