Hi Darling Ones, Sometime last week while I was dealing with the consequences of all my bad decisions, I read an excellent essay by Caryn Rose that has been rattling around inside me ever since. In her essay, “‘no commitment’ will end up meaning exactly that,” Rose writes about the dismal state of touring for musicians, annoying people who talk through concerts, and how nobody cares about music the way they used to because they got no skin in the…
Dear Darling Ones, I have a love/hate relationship with tiny, travel-sized items like toiletries, itty bitty booze bottles, and a third thing I can’t think of right now. As a humanlike creature I am hardcoded to adore tiny things — babies (once they’re like nine months old), kittens, LEGO replicas of popular sitcoms from the early aughts, and travel-sized everything. From the time we start to exist we are taught to equate tiny with cute. This is also why I…
Hi Darling Ones, How are you? I’m alright. Grief continues, abated for the most part. Friday was the first Friday since my dad died where I didn’t spend the entire day saying, “Dad died X weeks ago today.” I realized that on Saturday and felt wretched. In return he’s haunting my dreams. Seems fair. Aside from that, I stacked up a few good days in a row mood and work wise. Then my brain and mood rebelled and I had…
Hey Darling Ones, It was one of the summers of 2017-2019 when I was really invested in dating and dating apps. I get like this occasionally, where I tire of waiting for Prince Charming to hack through the brambles, find me half asleep in my castle, kiss me. Fairytales are never not creepy as fuck. When I get like this I sign up for all the dating apps and spend a ridiculous amount of time flipping through a catalog of…
Dear Darling Ones, I just finished five hours of work,* put on Waxahatchee’s “Saint Cloud” record, and promptly burst into tears. Gee whiz, Jodi’s crying again. Shocker. After all, my dad just died! But these were not grief tears. Not happy tears or tired tears or oh my god I’m hilarious tears or hangry tears or bored tears or horny tears or lonely tears or frustrated tears or rage tears. There are a lot of ways to cry. I am…
Hi Darling Ones, I’m being held hostage by avocados and grief. My plan for today was to work a bunch (still behind due to dad death), make chicken fajita rice burritos for dinner, and then tuck in with The Go-Go’s documentary while I still have my free trial of Showtime. However, the 48¢ avocados I bought on Thursday have other plans. Namely, the “we’re gonna wait to ripen until a more inconvenient time so enjoy your leftover soup, bitch” plans….
