Hi Darling Ones, In 2012, after I found my biological father’s obituary, Sister #3 introduced me to the concept of ambiguous loss. This the kind of loss that’s not clearly defined by a dead body, a funeral, that kind of thing. The person doesn’t even have to be dead for you to suffer an ambiguous loss. They could be missing or cut you out of…
So Darling Ones, Looks like I made it to 2022. I hope you did too. I had a very quiet New Year’s Eve with Sister #2, Ben, and I slumped into the furniture watching the entirety of the TV show “WandaVision.” Sister #2 has been obsessed with the Marvel Universe this year. Of all the offerings “WandaVision” was the only one that interested me. It…
Hi Darling Ones, I really want to crow about how we made it through this interminable year, but I don’t want to jinx anything. People magazine jinxed the shit out of Betty White turning 100 in a couple weeks and we all see how that turned out. On top of that, my niece and her boyfriend thought they were gonna make it out of Minnesota…
Well, Well, Well, Darling Ones, we meet again… After sleeping until 10 a.m. this morning and taking two naps, I’m happy to announce I have survived the holiday social gauntlet thus far. I have not spoken to a human in the last sixteen hours. While I’m not quite back to my usual fortysomething in late-stage capitalism during an unceasing pandemic levels of tried, I have…
Dear Darling Ones, Yesterday BFK walked into Supergenius HQ toting a giant, glittery-snowflake dappled bag with tissue paper peeping out of the top. I took one look at it and said, “If that’s for me I’m gonna be pissed.” She grimaced at me as she dropped the bag at my feet. “You said you only want presents that make me think, Jodi needs to have…
Hello Darling Ones, I’m taking time out of my very busy “Succession” obsession to set my intentions for 2022. Why now when I have an entire season and a half of “Succession” to watch? There are three reasons. I’ve watched something like fifteen hours of TV over the past three days and my brain needs a break. I only listened to the Joy Oladokun record…
Dear Darling Ones, As I type it is 57º in Shakopee, Minnesota on this the 15th day of December in the year 2021. Future Darling Ones may read that sentence and be all, no bigs, so it’s a little chilly in Minnesota in December, that happens sometimes. Oh, Future Darling Ones, I’m so sorry about the hellscape you inherited. It sucks. Back in the olden…
Hi Darling Ones, Moments before I started typing this I found myself vociferously singing along to a cover of U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” This surprised me because I fucking hate U2. Like a lot. A lot. A lot. A lot. U2, Arcade Fire, Dawes, and Radiohead can all take a flying leap as far as I’m concerned. If none of…
Dearest Darling Ones, I apologize in advance for this one. I’m about to do a bunch of things a writer should never do. I know this and am going to do it anyway. Mostly because I feel super shitty and I have found that typing it out sometimes makes me feel better. I’m writing while hungry and low key dehydrated. I’m pretty despondent and been…
Hi Darling Ones, I almost started this letter with a giant lie. It was how I hate mottos, self-help aphorisms, maxims, and the like. But then I remembered I had three and soon-to-be four mottos that I generally live by. 1. You can go ahead and shut the fuck up. This is something I say to myself about 8365 times a day. I frequently want…
