Hi Darling Ones, Why is it that our grandest triumphs and greatest tragedies seem to go hand in hand? Do we need one to properly appreciate the other? Is this how we gain perspective? Should I start with the good news or the bad news? Probably the good since that has uncovered the bad. Remember my derelict ice maker that likes to break all the time and refuses to make ice for reasons that I cannot discern? And do you…
Dear Amy, Hi. Just so you know I’m writing to you specifically, let me quickly list all the Amys you are not. You are neither of the two tea lady Amys. You are not my college BFF Amy, my first college newspaper editor Amy, nor the college Amy who fucked that rando in my bed after a party I had at my place on Gilbert. You aren’t artist/musician Amy. You’re not Amy S. Amy O. or Amy J, from University…
Hi Darling Ones, After a seven-month absence I am very displeased to announce the return of my period. Six days ago. It’s still going strong, with zero signs of letting up. This is a real deal, crime scene in my underpants, cramps, cravings, and murder on my mind kind of period. Not the kind of spotty, wimpy, last gasps of an aging uterus my previous period was back in September. Instead, I’m dealing with the menstrual monkeyshines of a uterus…
Hello Darling Ones, It should come as no surprise that it seems The Current, and probably MPR (Minnesota Public Radio, of which The Current is a part of) in general, has a woman problem. And this problem is they do not value art made by women, specifically the art or work the women in their organization do. I feel pretty comfortable making that statement. I do not work for The Current. I also don’t know on a personal level outside…
Hi Darling Ones, I’m going to attempt to do my very best to adequately communicate how very much a person I do not know means to me and has meant to me throughout my life. I’m also going to try not to cry while doing this because Sister #2 is here from Portland and using my dining room to conduct academic affairs or some such thing and I don’t want to alarm her. Yesterday 89.3 The Current announced that after…
Happy Religious Observations Weekend, Darling Ones. For the first time in recent memory I was able to successfully cancel Easter. I didn’t have it in me. Not in a sad or angry way. I just didn’t wanna, and so I didn’t. BFK tried to lure me to her house for Sunday brunch with promises of cinnamon rolls and eggs, but having cancelled Easter with my own family I would have been a shitty liar if I had spent Sunday with…
