Hello Darling Ones, I listen to Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon” in it entirety at least once a day now. Listening to it after 9 p.m. on a Sunday feels a little like asking to cry yourself to sleep, right? Eleven months out of the year I seem to forget this album exists, but once that full moon hits in October, this album becomes the only…
Hello Darling Ones, Before I opened up Gladys, I was merrily TikTokking my eyes out but now I’m salty. I hadn’t TikTokked all day. Yesterday I had a creative breakthrough on a site I was working on and I wanted to take advantage of the momentum, so I worked most of today. So in tonight’a TikTok adventures I landed in Tall People TikTok. It was…
Dear Darling Ones, The problem with starting a daily diary in the middle of the plague is that you get a little superstitious that if you don’t update one day everyone will think you have died. I know this is the Internet of 2020 and, much like my actual life, it will take at least a week and a half for anyone to notice my…
Dear Darling Ones, Today I accidentally landed in a puddle of Old Sad Bastard music and let me tell you, it’s been an absolute delight. All the greats have been in my ears — Jeff Buckley, Elliott Smith, Neutral Milk Hotel, and even Ol’ Bright Eyes. For real, it’s like 2005 in this joint and I want to lay on the floor of my stinky…
Dear Darling Ones, Every time I login to the WordPress Dashboard for I Will Dare I get the top searches of the day. Most of the time it’s about Tootsie Pop flavor rankings, Dawson’s Creek, or being a 6’5″ woman. However, today one of the top searches is “you fucking assholes ruining everything.” I don’t think I’ve been prouder of anything in all of 2020….
Dear Darling Ones, I read two books this weekend(ish). I think I started book #1 on Friday and finished book #2 today. Both of these books had characters named Ann(i)e, a cheating husband named Graham, characters who owned a bookstore, and characters who worked in publish. It’s a lot for two books to have in common, isn’t it? One was a quiet, lovely contemporary lit…
Dear Darling Ones, Despite the pandemic, I have reinstituted Family Dinner. It’s on a much smaller scale now, since Sister #3 has chosen to be estranged. Estrange herself? I don’t know the terminology. She has chosen, for reasons unbeknownst to me, to cut her sisters out her and The Tibbles lives. You know this already, right? I don’t want to get into it because it’s…
Dear Darling Ones, I’m 95% sure I’m going to be upstairs in my bed by 10 p.m. I feel like I did a lot of things today and I’ve earned the state of exhaustion I’m feeling. But if I make a list I did not do that many things. Made delicious breakfast tacos after getting up at the crack of 10 a.m. Turned ten pounds…
Here’s the thing with all The Replacements’ jibber jabber going around about books and movies and the reissues. . . the only people they ever talk to are white dudes who, shockingly, have zero new things to say about the ‘Mats that hasn’t been said about a floppily jillion times before. Westerdudes annoy the crap out of me. Unless I already love them and/or find…
Dear Darling Ones, The other night when I mentioned my penchant for tipping over the couch and watching TikTok to the Black Sheep I also mentioned that I’m not sure if I’m bored or depressed. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be both. Oh, and for the record, I still don’t know. Work is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,…
