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…
Darling Ones, I am happy to report the couch of my heart has arrived. I would explain to you the long, drawn out couch saga, but I have talked about it so much that I have begun to bore myself to death. You can see the couch pictured above. Please ignore the disgusting 20-year-old carpet that the couch is on. That carpet is going away…
Yesterday I had lunch with my friend Mel, who I haven’t seen in ages. She tossed her bag into the booth, sat down, and promptly said, “Perimenopause is ruining my life.” I laughed and told her how that very morning my friend Carrie posted on Facebook about what a fucking nightmare perimenopause is and how the medical system fails women at this stage in our…
Here’s a thing you should know about me: I’m super cheap. Ridiculously cheap. So cheap that my sisters and my friends frequently tease me about it. I’m not like divide a bill exactly by what everyone ordered + tax kind of cheap. Not, a skip out on ponying up my part of a bill cheap. Or trying to con someone into paying for my stuff…
