Well, it only took me seven days to utterly lose my shit. I silently cried for about an hour today while simultaneously working, because of course. I feel a little bad that I freaked out…
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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…
Earliest, Most Vivid Memory
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…
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…
Someone to Watch Over
When Sister #2 and Ben made the decision to sell their house here in Minnesota I immediately offered my 20-year-old Maxwell, my guest bedroom for the summer. I didn’t wait for them to ask. I…
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…
There’s Bad Blood, Jealousies, Cliques
It’s been nearly two years since Paco died, leaving me mostly petless. Mostly, because I had every-other-weekend and all of February custody of Walter. However, that’s all changing. My sister and brother-in-law are selling their…
Day 184 of 200: Two Things
1.) The ramen I was preparing for last night turned out so good that after dinner my brother-in-law and I sat in silence for a minute smiling about how good it was. “I’m so happy!”…
Day 178 of 200: One About a Meatball Sub
Ever since Sister #4 made it clear during our Christmas argument that my attempts at maintaining a relationship with her and the Tibbles were not only unappreciated, but viewed as a negative, I’ve been putting…
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…