Hey Darling Ones, As you may remember I read Chuck Klosterman’s new book, The Nineties, last week. I read a lot of it twice because I was really fucking sick Monday and nothing stuck with me, so I gave him another go just to make sure I was right in my assessment of the book. I was. It’s a hot mess of things that happened in the 90s, the importance of which were determined by Chuck Klosterman. That’s the only…
Hello Darling Ones, Of all the minor holidays to feel some kind of way about, my brain has chosen St. Patrick’s Day. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are the usual suspects when it comes to bringing up the inner ick of a lot of people. I get it. That makes sense. I’ve even seen a few only children get cranky about Sibling’s Day (where that lands in the calendar, I have no idea). I’ve struggled with Father’s Day off and…
So, Darling Ones, Recently, I read Nöthin’ But a Good Time: The Uncensored History of the ’80s Hard Rock Explosion by Tom Beaujour & Richard Bienstock. When they include the word “uncensored” in that subtitle, they’re not kidding. This book is a heapin’ helpin’ of homophobic, transphobic, fatphobic, and misgoynistic bullshit, which I expected going in. I was around for the 80s hair metal phenomenon, it was that way back then I wouldn’t expect anything to change. This book is…
Hi Darling Ones, As I type we’re in overtime during the Warroad v. Mahtomedi semi-final game in the 2022 Boys State High School Hockey Tournament. Whenever I worry that I’m emotionally dead inside I need to remember how I feel when we hit OT during holy week. My heart beats faster. I can feel the blood in my veins. I’m anxious and afraid to blink. My heart rate spikes whenever a team gets into scoring position. Last night, via text,…
Dearest Darling Ones, Thanks to childhood trauma and a heavy assist from poor self-esteem I have a phobia about being forgotten and/or abandoned. My mom’s go-to for everything she didn’t do or feel like doing was “I forgot.” This applied to everything from lunch money to attending school plays to putting down the deposit to reserve my place in the freshman class at college. My dad was a big fan of abandonment as a form of punishment, which isn’t exactly…
Dear Darling Ones, I’m not doing very well. I’ve fallen into a swamp of seasonal/situational depression and I haven’t found my way out of it yet. I’m labeling it depression though that doesn’t feel right. Mostly I’m cranky all the fucking time and out of sorts. I don’t know how to get back into sorts. Nothing I try is working. Patience seems to be the only cure for what ails me and there’s nothing I hate more than being patient….
