Darling Ones, Yesterday I zoomed with the Tea Ladies. When one of them told a story she introduced as bound to warm the cockles of our hearts I said, “I don’t have a heart. There’s just a crusty chicken McNugget in there.” Last week when I was chatting on the phone with EM I shouted, repeatedly, “I AM FLOUNDERING.” I am fucking cranky and miserable. And today it got even worse because not only do I have an excessively virulent…
Hi Darling Ones, From the very first time I saw “Reality Bites” at an Eau Claire movie theater with my pal Amy in 1994 I’ve been a Lelaina. Of course I wanted to be a Vicky. Who didn’t? She was a sarcastic, droll, vintage, fuck & run kinda girl. She did not care about letters or sodas. I still kinda want to be Vicky. Instead, I was an earnest, eager, “I was gonna be someone by the time I was…
Ugh, Darling Ones, This week has been utter shit and it’s bringing me down. 1. I’ve had the song since Christmas time. It’s 100% my fault. A few years back I made an incredibly singable playlist of one-hit wonders from the 90s. My sibs & nibs all love this playlist and whenever it’s on someone is bound to burst into song. It’s fun. At least it was fun for that week in December when they were here. Having “The Freshman”…
Hi Darling Ones, Ever since my dad died in September, he has been in every single dream I remember having. Doesn’t matter what the theme of the dream is, he’s there, usually in the background. He rarely has a speaking role. He had a bigger role in the dreams shortly after his death, and the him in those dreams was the frail him of his last two years. The him in my dreams now, as an extra in the movies…
Hi Darling Ones, When I saw that my favorite podcast, 60 Songs that Explain the 90s, which happens to be the only one I listen to, was discussing Liz Phair’s “Fuck and Run” in the latest episode I was elated. When I saw the guest was author Sam Lipsyte I deflated a bit. Not because I dislike Lipsyte, I’ve read and enjoyed quite a few of his books, but I was a little worried about how two men would discuss…
Dear Darling Ones, For the first time since sometime in 2021, I have a momentary lull in work. And boy, howdy, do I fucking need it. If you recall 2022 kicked off with me getting The COVID, then BFK’s restaurant burned down, and it ended with everyone dying (Jodi Hanson’s mom, my dad, Uncle Danny, and Betty). Through it all, I worked my ass off. I worked because it was a distraction. I worked because someone has to pay the…
