Hi Darling Ones, One minute it is the summer of 1997 and you’re sitting on the cool stone porch steps of your college best friend’s post-college rental smoking Camel Lights. It’s Sunday morning, though it still feels like Saturday because you haven’t gone to bed yet. It’s so late/early that you don’t even feel drunk anymore, but you were at some point in the evening. She’s propped a speaker from her stereo into the window of her basement apartment and…
Hello Darling Ones, How are you? I’m good. Today I had a mass removed from my cervix. After the doctor plucked the offending mass from my body and pulled it out she asked me, “Do you want to see it?” “Kinda, yeah,” I said. “A lot of people are curious,” she said. It was not at all cute or funny like the word “polyp.” Instead, it was super gross and I’ll be trying to erase what it looked like from…
Hey Darling Ones, At the beginning of our friendship, Wolfdogg and I used to chat all the time on GChat. This was in the early aughts the glory days of message boards, Google Reader, and chatting. Since he worked third shift at the time, he’d be winding down for the day while I sat in my cube at the software company. My favorite thing to do was randomly type the lyrics to the worst songs into the chat in an…
Dear JusticeIs21@protonmail.com, It was great to wake up to your email this morning, August 6, 2023. Exactly five months ago today, on March 6, 2023 I woke up feeling wrong, the right side of my body kinda wonky. I’d learn later that day that I had a Cerebral Vascular Accident (CVA), what is commonly called a stroke. Part of me feels badly for you. No one deserves a wallop of pain like that. But part of me feels like this…
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…
