My BFK and her husband Atom own a little diner in Savage, MN called The Windmill Cafe. Maybe I told you all this? They bought it from my parents? Remember? Back in January? As you…
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The COVID Diaries: We Get What We Get
One of the tough things about aunting in the time of COVID-19 is managing Cade’s anxiety. He’s a recently clean (one week so far) anxious autistic kid with ADHD and other special needs and an…
All the Anger is Unexpected
When I first glided into my 40s back in 2012 I was super chill. I thought, finally, I have reached the age where I just do not care. I have no fucks to give. I’m…
Small Delights
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…
Annus Horribilis
“2019 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of me, it has turned out to be an annus horribilis” Jodi Chromey ripping off Queen…
How Do You Describe the Impossible
When April started I had big plans to blog every day like the glory days of the 200 project. I did really well for three days. Then something happened. Something else probably happened, and then…
SotW: Cowboy Take Me Away
We were on our way to Mankato to see Jason Isbell. Wolfdogg, Heather, Jaycie, and I were not really speeding down 169, but making our way. There was a lot of road construction. As we…
The Endlessness That You Fear
“I am sad,” I say to Walter a few times a day. He always looks at me with his Arms of an Angel eyes, then I scratch his butt, and feel momentarily better. I keep…
February’s Gonna February Until the Very Last Minute
Things went off the rails on Saturday afternoon after I got up from a not-entirely-restful nap. It was one of those naps where you wake up cranky and you just can’t shake it. That was…
Day 158 of 200: All I Do is Win at Dirty Santa
Sometimes I have zero regrets about missing a day. Yesterday was one such day. Mostly, because I realized I’m the only one who really cares. Also, it’s okay to give myself a break and recover…