Hola Darling Ones, Tomorrow, March 6th, marks the third anniversary of my stroke. Time flies when you’re learning how to be disabled, struggling with money, and grieving. Three years since I called 911 and none of those men believed me when I said I had a stroke. Three years since I heard the cop making fun of me, “She thinks she had a stroke. She googled.” All cops really are bastards. I will never not be a hot ball of…
Hi Darling Ones, Last night I had a dream about watching a pornographic version of Bell Biv DeVoe’s “Poison” video with my mom, sisters, niblings, and Hanif Abdurraqib. What makes this odd is I do not remember what the “Poison” video looks like. I refuse to go look, on principle. This dream is why I’ve been listing to New Edition today. Obviously. I loved New Edition as a kid and that loyalty is why I never feel for New Kids…
Hi Darling Ones, Using a wheelchair “out in the community” is a trip. My unjanky wheelchair arrived Thursday, delivered by a man with tiny American flag jewelry on his shoelaces. I’m not entirely sure what to call it. It was like this little flag pins politicians wear on their lapels, but on the laces of his brown leather shoes. Because nothing scares me more than being alone in my house with a white guy my age, I learned so much…
Oh Darling Ones, As I type I’m snotting my way through the Junior Prom episode of “Dawson’s Creek” and sending warm vibes up to my friend Christa in Duluth. She is also a member of Team Pacey whose heart is heavy with the news of James Van Der Beek’s death. He was only 48. Van Der Beek was the star of “Dawson’s Creek.” Long time readers might remember my love for The Creek. I discovered the show round the same…
Uffda Darling Ones, How are your hearts holding up? Are your feet warm at least? Things ain’t so good here. The US Government continues to occupy Minnesota, killing people and kidnapping anyone who is not white. Not good at all. I only know this because I keep peeking at the screens that keep me connected to the world. It’s not helping and only makes me angrier. There’s so much anger inside of me it keeps my feet warm. And when…
Hello Darling Ones, Today was the big meeting with my Social Security Disability lawyer. It was an appointment I’ve anticipated for ages. I’ve spent a lot time imagining how it would go and making a case for why I should qualify for disability. Seriously, I wasted hours upon hours searching for the best way to describe the feeling inside my head, the distorted vision, and the right-side fuckery. Good thing too, because the call lasted exactly six minutes and I…
