Hi Darling Ones, If you’ve had any experience with toddlers, you’re probably familiar with the “I can do it myself” phase. This is where the toddler wants to do it themselves. It can be anything from putting on their own socks to zipping up their coat. Usually this takes way more time and tears than if the toddler just accepted some help with the task. I’ve always been a big I can do it myselfer, thanks to sheer stubbornness and…
Hi Darling Ones, On Saturday I logged into Facebook, something I don’t do too often, to find a woman I graduated high school with had died. The Blaine class of 1990 has lost many Bengals in the 33 years since we graduated. This one, though, hit me hard. I didn’t know Becki well, which is not surprising since our class included 650+ kids. However, I knew of Becki since she was a little person. I’m sure she knew of me…
Oh Darling Ones, Today I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind. I started the day tweeting about the Slim Dunlap family moving sale and ended it losing another client. Fuck. On both counts. If you’re not a ‘Mats person, Slim Dunlap took over for Bob Stinson. Slum suffered a stroke in 2012. Maybe you remember the whole “Songs for Slim” thing circa 2013. Slim has been on my mind a lot since surviving my…
Dear Darling Ones, Sometimes I feel like a special guest star in an 80s sitcom. You know, the plucky, sassy character with some kind of health-related issue. The one with a positive, nothing’s gonna keep me down attitude. She’s always quick with a witty quip about her condition. Think Cousin Geri from “Facts of Life” or Arnold’s friend Kathy on “Diff’ent Strokes.” She’s there to show you that everything can be overcome with a positive attitude. To teach everyone a…
Dear Darling Ones, It would be more poetic if I had my first outpatient Occupational Therapy appointment today instead of yesterday. Today marks four months since I had the stroke. My stroke? A stroke? Four months and I still don’t know how to refer to it as anything besides hot garbage. The symmetry of dates would have added extra significance to sitting next to BFK at St. Francis again, exactly four months later. BFK took me to my first OT…
Hi Darling Ones, My Aunt Tete died on June 16th — nine months to the day that her younger brother, my dad, died. Even though Sister #2 was briefly here last week for the funeral, I did not attend. I’m not ready to display my stroke-addled carcass to the world. Sister #2 talked about how weird it was to be in that space with so many people missing. Of the 10 siblings in my dad’s family, only two remain. I’m…
