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…
Browsing Category Loneliness
The COVID Diaries: The Deep Heat of a Fleeting Crush
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,…
The COVID Diaries: Bumper Buddies
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….
The COVID Diaries: Procrastination Nation
Dear Darling Ones, I skipped the presidential debate last night, and I’m angry about it. This might have been the first debate I missed since Clinton vs Bush I back in the early 90s. I…
The COVID Diaries: Sad Balloons
I am sad today. Last year when her daughter was struggling with mental health, BFK explained the irrational behavior to me. “She has all these thoughts and emotions floating around in her like balloons,” BFK…
Day 199 of 200: Penultimate
I do not want to write tonight, but it’s the penultimate post of the 200 project, so here I am. Today I’ve been unconsolably sad, pretty lonely, and struggling with being a chump. A sucker….
The Cheese
I didn’t sleep very well last night. It was the first time in twenty-one years that I had gone to sleep in my house completely, totally, utterly alone. No cat. No dog. No roommate. No…
Having a Real Rob Gordon Moment Here
One of the things I forgot to mention during my self-indulgent wallowing session a few weeks ago is that I went out and bought Paul Westerberg’s “Suicaine Gratifaction” on vinyl. Nothing soothes an aching heart…
The Day After or How Wallowing is Done at Supergenius, Inc.
7:00 a.m. Wake from a dream, grab your phone in hopes of finding apologetic texts or emails, finding none, roll over and watch the sun rise over the neighbor’s trees. Try not to feel. Try…
Letter to the Young Chef
Dear Michael, I know now that is not your name. I figured it out pretty quickly after you Bergered me with that text just hours before we were supposed to see each other. At that…