Back in my software days one of my work best friends was a lovely woman named Jess. She was an amazing designer and a great friend. I remember having a particularly bad day once at…
Day 61 of 200: Tiny Beautiful Things Revisited
I made the mistake of reading Fear: Trump in the White House followed by The Real Lolita: The Kidnapping of Sally Horner and the Novel That Scandalized the World while living in the United Sewer…
Day 60 of 200: The Bark Diaries
I’m like a non-custodial dog parent now that everyone has returned to school. I get Walter & Sully every other weekend when my brother-in-law while my brother-in-law does his part-time social work job. Sully is…
Day 59 of 200: Reasons I Never Told
Because a stranger didn’t grab me off the street, beat me, tear off my clothes, and then penetrated me, and as far as I knew that was the only thing considered rape. Because nobody ever…
Day 58 of 200: The Cookie Arias
The Cub Foods grocery store near my house has a wonderful bakery. I cannot vouch for the bakeries at other Cubs, but my Cub bakery is wonderful. They make these peanut butter cookies dipped in…
Day 57 of 200: Another Wormhole
September, it seems, is full of wormholes. Thanks to Brett Kavanaugh & the legions of men who think sexually assaulting girls are consequence-free teen shenanigans, I’ve spent a lot of time, in my head, in…
Day 56 of 200: A Sign the Universe Cares (about me specifically)
I’ve been a fan of Conan O’Brien’s talk show since college. Tall, red-headed, literate, funny — he’s like the dream. I’ve watched his show pretty consistently for the better part of 20 years. Though my…
Day 55 of 200: How to Keep the Rage at Bay
1. Buy a clock that you’ve been longing for and immediately hang it on the wall. Smile every time you look up because the clock makes you happy and reminds you of your childhood. 2….
Day 54 of 200: One Last Task
I’ve been telling myself that I can go up to bed as soon as I write 200 words. That’s all I need to do. I’m still here pondering, stewing, wondering what 200 words I can…
Day 53 of 200: The Hooker Picture
I didn’t realize it until I sat down to write this post, but Thursday was me & BFK’s 18th Friendiversary. We met September 13, 1999 the first day I started at Jasc. We didn’t really…