Ms. Marquette was my 9th grade English teacher. She was a teeny, tiny woman* who looked like Betty Boop come to life. That is, if Betty dressed like a 1986 9th grade English teacher. Ms….
Date Archives September 2018
Day 67 of 200: Working My Way Back to You
I’ve been awake for exactly 12 hours and 6 minutes as I type. This week has been so emotionally draining that my mind and body decided to bless me with nine entire hours of sleep….
Day 66 of 200: Sorry About Your Bug Eyes
First, when I was in high school living with my cousin one day I woke up from a nap, came out of the room, and the Dougie, the little neighbor kid, looked at me and…
Day 65 of 200: How I’m Working to Avoid a Rage Hangover
Today did not go as planned. I had a tidy To-Do list with pressing items waiting to be checked off. My plan was to pretend that nothing was going on in all the land. This…
Day 64 of 200: There is Not a Party in Every Bite
When I was a senior in high school I lived with my cousin Patty and her kids — Buddy who was 6 and twins Lisa & Lynn, 5. That year I lived with them Chips…
Day 63 of 200: Why I’m Rarely Bored
Today, after work I was sitting on the working couch with Gladys shut and the window open. I was happy to open the window because it had been pretty shitty and rainy the past few…
Day 62 of 200: Never Gonna Do This Again
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…