Appreciation 9.24

Hi Darling Ones, I spent the last few days in La Piscina de K-Dizzle (what I call Sister #4’s pool), but managed to appreciate some other things this month. Kris Kristofferson I mentioned on Bluesky that there were a billion reasons to adore Kris Kristofferson, then I linked to “Sister Sinead”. Shocking, when “Jody and the Kid” was right there. Sinead trumps stupidly-spelled, male-narrator Jody songs. When I think of Kris Kristofferson I didn’t think Highwaymen or Bobby McGee, I…

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Better Down Where it’s Wetter

Dear Darling Ones, This is a letter to tell you I’m a mermaid now. It’s not the best timing. Last week, a young woman who loved Stevie Nicks and boygenius lopped off six inches of my hair. I meant to write about taking my walker and stroke-addled body out into a public space that wasn’t a medical facility for the first time in 563 days, but I was very busy shoving every episode of “Facts of Life” into my eyes….

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Can I Divorce My Self-Worth from Capitalism?

Hi Darling Ones, I recently read Rest Is Resistance: A Manifesto by Tricia Hersey, a book I liked a lot more in theory than in practice. Hersey’s ideas around how capitalism and white supremacy exploits us and grind culture literally grinds us down are excellent. The writing, not so much. The book was really repetitive and disjointed, but the ideas are so good I ended up enjoying it. Perhaps the reason I enjoyed it so much is that it reinforced…

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Appreciation 8.24

Hello Darling Ones, How is your summer winding down? Mine has been filled with the west coast fam, who have slowly trickled in over the past week and start to trickle out on Sunday. It’s been a delight to have them here. One of the best side effects of the stroke and benefits of Lexapro is really, really appreciating my family. The Lexapro has eased all the anxiety-based annoyance, and my new disabled state makes me so happy to have…

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The World is Not Built for Me

Hi Darling Ones, Wanna know why I cried at my sleep study Tuesday? Here goes. “How tall are you?” Zack the sleep study tech asked as he reached up the leg of my pajama pants to grab the wires I had shoved down the top of my pants. “Six five,” I said. “That’s tall,” he said. I nodded. Why could I say? I’ve had this conversation roughly 398,195 times in my life with everyone from strangers at the grocery store…

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August Malaise & The GenX Ethos

Oh, Darling Ones, The August Malaise has got me in its clutches. Bad. I thought with all the neurological news, I might escape. Maybe, perhaps learning of the baby aneurysm in my brain would put my anxiety in overdrive and I’d be kept occupied by my fantasies of my imminent death. Nope. The Lexapro is doing its job and I’m being uncharacteristically rational about it. Even Tuesday’s impending sleep study isn’t getting my anxiety too hopped up. I’m curious why…

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