Hello Darling Ones, I listen to Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon” in it entirety at least once a day now. Listening to it after 9 p.m. on a Sunday feels a little like asking to cry…
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The COVID Diaries: The Best I Ever Made
Dear Darling Ones, Despite the pandemic, I have reinstituted Family Dinner. It’s on a much smaller scale now, since Sister #3 has chosen to be estranged. Estrange herself? I don’t know the terminology. She has…
The COVID Diaries: Cry
Dear Darling Ones, I have a shitty, throbbing headache brought on by a combination of dehydration and a salty dinner. I cried a whole bunch today — buckets and buckets of tears. Nothing catastrophic happened….
The COVID Diaries: Duck Hunt
Dear Darling Ones, You should know that my parents did not leave last night until 8:30 p.m. They really needed to debrief about my dad’s angiogram and the continuing hunt for a solution about why…
The COVID Diaries: Hangry
Dear Darling Ones, I’m sitting here typing on my blog impatiently waiting for my mom to come over and pick up the coffee that BFK & Atom left for her. Yes, this does bring up…
The COVID Diaries: Tastes Good Like a Winston Should
When Jaycie & Max were wee ones there were certain rules I’d make them recite before they could use my digital camera. No pictures of the TV No pictures of people’s butts Something else I…
The COVID Diaries: The World Has Shifted Yet Again
On Thursday I got an email from a client who I haven’t heard from since the very beginning of the COVID outbreak. This is not unusual. This is the type of client where months can…
The COVID Diaries: Old Dutch
Oh, Darling Ones, I am struggling today. It’s one of those days where I feel unappreciated, unsupported, and taken advantage of. Today I am lonely and afraid and frustrated. And I might have had a…
The COVID Diaries: Amused, Party of 1
The #1 reason I created I Will Dare back in 2000 and why I’ve kept at it for 20 years is because it amuses me. A lot. I was a lonely 28-year-old customer service rep…
The COVID Diaries: Shattered
I suppose it was the very definition of hubris. My cocky self-assurance that Cade was going to thrive here at Aunt Jodi’s House for Wayward Nephews. I thought all he needed was a safe, secure,…