Hoping I Missed the Memo

Hi Darling Ones, I am writing under the influence of nachos. Despite having a very late lunch with BFK for CSA Thursday, I decided at 7:30 if I didn’t have nachos I would probably perish from this Earth. I went full on with this fucking nachos too — chorizo and two kinds of cheeses, refried beans and jalapeños, sour cream and extra salsa. When I…

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The COVID Diaries: Ready to Shoot Sparks of Sadness & Fear

Dear Darling Ones, Last night I watched the Netflix comedy special “Bo Burnham: Inside.” I almost want to put the word comedy in quotation marks, not so much out of sarcasm but more as a content warning. It was a tough thing to watch, akin to Hannah Gadsby’s “Nanette.” However, when I was done watching “Nanette” I was awed and amazed and my brain was…

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Libraries I Have Known

Dear Darling Ones, Ms. Heck was the smartest person I had ever met up until about 9th grade when Ms. Marquette, my English teacher, pronounced the word “melancholy” out loud and blew my mind. Knowing words and how to pronounce them is a theme throughout my life. I majored in Political Science because Dr. Meyers used the word “circuitous” in our first PoliSci 101 discussion…

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Catastrophe Averted

Well, Well, Well, Darling Ones, Look whose back from her anxiety vacation. It’s me! I spent the three days alternately sleeping or plunging into an ever more catastrophic anxiety spiral that was so annoying even to me I couldn’t type words. Or think thoughts. Mostly I snarled and stomped around this place imagining it as a pile or rubble at my feet. Also, I learned…

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The Wet Spot

Hi Darling Ones, There is a fingers-spread, hand-sized wet spot on the kitchen ceiling. I suspect the guest bathroom toilet is leaking some place that I cannot see. There is no water on the floor of the upstairs bathroom so maybe it’s in the under the floor parts? I do not know because I am not a plumber. However, I did schedule an appointment with…

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My Ice Robot Heart Has Shit for Brains

Dear Darling Ones, Whenever I’m gonna write about being tall I love to pull out my elementary school class pictures from the 70s & 80s. They wonderfully illustrate how I’ve been an odd, physical other from the get go. I start out in first grade just being regular tall and then as the years progress I keep going & going. Fourth grade (the second from…

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Recovering, Real Talk, and a Thin Vein of Nihilism

Hi Darling Ones, Whenever I take a little break from blogging it’s hard to get back on the horse. It doesn’t help that the thin vein of nihilism that runs through my soul is growing ever wider. It widened a bunch during the first eighteen months of COVID and as the Delta Boogaloo continues that vein grows. The fucking abortion nonsense in Texas added another…

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