Even though I have not forgiven Coca-Cola or myself (because I only drink maybe two cans of soda a month) for the discontinuation of my beloved Diet Coke with Lime, I have recently dipped my toe back into the flavored Diet Coke ocean. It’s an ocean because there a floppity-jillion varieties of Diet Coke. Thus far, I have tried three: ginger lime (meh), feisty cherry…
When I first glided into my 40s back in 2012 I was super chill. I thought, finally, I have reached the age where I just do not care. I have no fucks to give. I’m gonna live and let live and all sort of other woowoo bullshit that has not come to pass. My guess is that lasted until about November 2016. I don’t know….
A partial list of things I have accomplished thus far today, the first of February 2020. Finished crocheting the buffalo plaid blanket pictured above. Caught up on the past week of the temperature blanket. Changed all the damn filters in the house. Apparently I live a very filtered life and that is never more apparent than on the first of the month when I change…
I saw the Noah takes a photo of himself every day for 20 years on Kottke this morning, and uffda is it making me feel some things. In July, I Will Dare (the site, not the song) will be 20. Coincidentally, the song will be 36 in July. The coincidence being that I had no idea until this very minute that the song was released…
I have not read a lot of books about writing. I own a lot of them, but aside from Stephen King’s On Writing, I think a majority of them are unread. I may or may not own Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird, though according to my GoodReads I read it in 2007. Darling Ones, I’m pretty sure that’s a big, fat lie. As, I’ve begun…
Friday I opened a letter from one of my crooks that own the mortgage on Supergenius HQ and was surprised to learn that on January 1, 2021, I have a balloon payment due on one of my loans. This was brand new information to me as I don’t recall having a balloon mortgage. I can’t tell if this is sheer stupidity on my part, the…
At some point last week when there were six adults, two dogs, and three cats sleeping under my roof, Sister #2 pointed out how Ben, my brother-in-law, had declared the 2019 holiday season a wash. We all admitted we were kinda phoning it in. “This here is a run out the clock situation,” Ben said, quoting Stanley from “The Office.” Last night as we were…
There are many things to love about being a work-from-home freelancer. Working from your couch in your pajamas. The view from your desk (pictured above). The ability to take a post-lunch nap because you didn’t get to sleep until 1 (thanks, The Stars and the Blackness Between Them) and were rudely awakened at 6:58 a.m. by a barking Walter who was upset about the delivery…
Bad Marie by Marcy Dermansky Wicked and delicious, this is a one-sit read that sticks with you long after you finish it. I still think about drinking coffee from bowls because of this book. A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan Interlinked stories about kleptomaniacs, aging punks, and various hangers on this is a masterpiece of both craft and storytelling. Tell the Wolves…
As this godforsaken year of dung and doo doo comes to an end, I find myself spending a lot of time processing. Or is it struggling? I’m trying to figure out the boundary between self-care and supporting someone I love who is problematic af. Boundaries are hard, y’all, especially when it comes to my sisters. I would give anything for them. In fact, I’m making…
