Hi Darling Ones, Because I still blog like it’s 2002, I feel the need to keep you abreast of any planned lapses in content delivery. For real, if a blogger missed too many days in a row people got legit worried. Were they dead? Did they abandon their blog? What mysterious circumstances would prevent them from telling us all about the delicious turkey sandwich they had for lunch? The possibilities were endless. I also like to pretend I’m the CEO…
Oh Darling Ones, Today a man had the audacity to say something shitty, ill-informed, and stupid about women in music on Twitter and I had the misfortune of reading it. To say I lost my shit is an understatement. I burst into flames and my hair turned to snakes. I did not take this shitty tweet well, not at all. It doesn’t help that this tweet came on top of a week where all my twitter friends were listing their…
Hi Darling Ones, I’ve been thinking quite a bit lately about the smallness of my life. For someone so large, my life is very small. I don’t do a lot, which gives me a lot of time to think, one of my favorite pastimes. My routines are well worn. My days have a sameness that alternately annoy me and comfort me depending on my mood. Is this something that happens as we age? Is this contentment? Is this stasis? Is…
Dear Darling Ones, I first read Forever. . . by Judy Blume in 1983. I wish I could remember the provenance of the copy that was passed from girl to girl in the back of the school bus. In my memory it started with the Hanson twins who passed it on to Beth who passed it on to Jenni who finally gave it to me. I was last because I was only in fifth grade and they weren’t sure if…
Hello Darling Babies, Today is the 99th anniversary of the birth of Kurt Vonnegut, a writer whose work has meant a lot to me throughout my life. I did not come to Vonnegut easily. I made a couple of attempts at reading Slaughterhouse-Five when I was in high school and failed miserably. I decided Vonnegut wasn’t for me and went on my merry way. If I hadn’t spent a few summers nannying for the Wilsons in the 90s, I’d probably…
Dear Darling Ones, Right off the bat: I loathe the way we monkey with time. Every time change fucks me up for at least a week. My grasp on time has been pretty flimsy since I started freelancing in 2009. You adding falling back and springing forward and I’m lucky if I can remember my own name and whose president. I super hate the fall time change. I don’t know if it’s the end of or beginning of daylight’s saving…
