Hi Darling Ones, I’ve read 170ish books so far this year. I will definitely read more before the year is over. However, I plan for all of those books to be cupcake-like mysteries that I will probably dislike a great deal. I read a lot of mysteries I dislike a great deal because I love to read mysteries and then judge them harshly. For example, I read a mystery this week by a British author. The book takes place in…
Hi Darling Ones, I have been out of sorts lately in ways unrelated from all death and accompanying grief. There’s just been this low-level air of dissatisfaction and crankiness lurking about the place. My fart noises at positive affirmations on Insta were extra farty. My sisters asked me an innocent question about Christmas plans and I burst into tears while texting them. There were probably other things that I can’t remember now. I chalked it up to some weird quirk…
Hi Darling Ones, During the uprisings in the summer of 2020, Sister #2 made a game of asking people if they’d loot big box stores if given the opportunity. If you answered yes, she’d ask you what you’d loot. It was a pretty fun game in a very dire time. When I gave my answer she blinked at me in silence for a minute. “That is the most off-brand, uncharacteristic answer,” she said. “I would have never guessed that. You…
Hi Darling Ones, I always want to be the kind of writer who is constantly scribbling down ideas and sentences whenever they strike me. However, I also don’t want to be a pretentious asshole who stops conversations, calls attention to themselves, and then writes down whatever word barf occurred to them. Dilemmas, amiright? However, today when I heard the song “Alabama Pines” I decided to add it to my 14 Songs note (see below). While looking for the note, I…
Hey Darling Ones, My mom came over Thursday for our traditional holiday kickoff. This is where we eat Chinese food from the Dragon and then spend the rest of the night shopping online where she points at the screen and I click add to cart. During dinner she told me how one of her Windmill customers had died either that day or earlier in the week. My mom is at that Grim Reaper age where every time you see her…
Hi Darling Ones, I trust you all survived Thanksgiving relatively unscathed and are girding your loins for the holiday season. My Thanksgiving soup was wonderful, my monster cookies were ugly but delicious, and yet I fell into a puddle of sadness and now I’m drowning in a pit of despair I can’t climb out of There was a sadness triple-whammy that I wasn’t quick enough to dodge. #1. The obvious. it was the first holiday after my Dad & Uncle…