Hola Darling Ones, Since I learned I was diabetic I have become one of those people who care about carbs and protein. I hate that for me. People who talk about their diet are insufferable. I do not care. Eat what you want. I’m also not a fan of people who talk about “earning” food or being “naughty” when eating certain foods. Diet Culture makes my skin crawl and at 52 I’m still trying to get myself out of that…
Hello Darling Ones, How’s February been treating you? Things have been alternating between awful and amazing here. My sister had a breast cancer scare that required surgery and all that hullaballoo, but it’s benign. There was also a sisterly job loss, but a better job came along and she’s so much happier. There was a mouse in my house, but Los Gatitos hunted the teeny guy down and I got him into a box and released him outside. Mostly, I…
Hi Darling Ones, How’re your hearts and brains holding up while we continue to live through these cruel unprecedented times? Mine’s okay, mostly because I was able to sleep a bunch last night and I’m doing a pretty good job of staying out of the doom spiral. Since I’m in a decent mood, I thought I’d share some anti-bummers with you. There’s Mrs. Meyer’s lilac-scented soap in the downstairs bathroom and dandelion-scented soap in the kitchen and so whenever I…
Hi Darling Ones, Well, January, all 473 days of it, has been a trip, hasn’t it? M How are you doing trying to hold on to your humanity and protect your heart in these ever crueler times? It’s hard out here for a human, ain’t it? One of the things I never thought about in all my history classes (which were crappy, because white supremacy and US education) were people’s daily lives and how hard it must have been to…
Hi Darling Ones, Even before the fascists regained control of our country (which wasn’t so hot before), I vowed I would spend 2025 noticing and celebrating happiness. This is a project I’ve been half-assedly attempting since the triple whammy of my dad’s death, The Stroke, and the end of my 24-year friendship with BFK all in the span of 11 months. I had, and have, a lot of reasons to wallow in woe is me. To be fair, after this…
Dear Darling Ones, I’ve been thinking a lot about trauma lately. This might come as a total surprise as I’m such a magnanimous, even-keeled, generous spirit, but I can be pretty judgmental. Thankfully, I’ve matured enough to (mostly) go ahead and shut the fuck up about most of my judgements. Because, who and I to judge, and most of the things I like to judge are none of my damn business. Nobody cares that I get the icks from attractive…
