I woke up at 3:30 this morning from a dream about my 80-year-old aunt Eileen coming to tattoo club (not a real thing) to show off her new tattoo, which was a lower-back tattoo of…
Day 142 of 200: Taking a Break
Last night I had one of those dreams that seemed to last forever, but consisted of only one scene. That scene was a random copy editor dude arguing with me about how I use too…
Day 141 of 200: All the Things Making Me Anxious
I’m making a list and not even going to check it once, because these things are going round and round in my head. My house being a cardboard shanty-town because my mom buys a ridiculous…
Day 140 of 200: Welcome to Holy Shit Week
It has been a damn day, Darling Ones. It started being annoying at 8:20 this morning and it did not stop, it has not stopped, and it probably will not stop until I pass out…
Day 139 of 200: I Forgot to be in the Moment
When it happened I thought, oh, I should quicky write about this before it gets away. It was what I believe is called “being present in the moment.” I was wearing super cozy pajamas, my…
Day 138 of 200: Sully Kravitz the Smartest Dog Here
Walter is curled up on the couch next to me, he’s leaning against my left leg and I keep taking my hands off the laptop so I can pet him and tell him how much…
Day 137 of 200: The Shock of Recognition
This week I read Well-Read Black Girl edited by Glory Edim. It’s an anthology of essays written by black women about discovering themselves in literature and what that meant to them. The collection is wonderful,…
Day 136 of 200: Nesting
Last year during A Very St. Martin Christmas it got hella hot in here and my dingdong sisters decided to open the front door a smidge to cool this shizz down. The dingdongs did not…
Day 135 of 200: Hair Not Even a Mother Could Love
“I’m growing mine out,” I said, running my hand through my lumpy, bumpy, and generally frumpy hair. My mom and I were sitting on my couch, post Chinese and pre-Amazon, and she was talking about…
Day 134 for 200: These Are People Who Died
Every year my mom comes over and does all her Christmas shopping online. She usually hates shopping, but loves this. We eat Chinese food and then I operate the computer while she points to the…