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Hi Darling Ones, Not only did I sleep like total garbage last night, I had one of those dreams that you can’t shake off and infects your entire day. Every time my brain is still for more than 12 seconds flashes of the dream come back. I’ve spent most of the day feeling pensive and low-key icky despite bailing on all my productivity plans. I spent most of the day finishing The Songbook of Benny Lament and unsuccessfully trying to…

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My Own Private New Year

Well, Darling Ones, It has come to my attention that I should treat Memorial Day weekend (MDW) like it’s New Year’s Eve. Every year during this weekend I decide that now is when I am going to get my shit together.* This is the time when I clean out the loft in preparation for summer guests. I make vague resolutions for myself. I put the vague plans from last year into action. Why do I choose MDW for this kind…

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A Fart-Noise of a Human

Hi Darling Ones, Aside from giving a humongous presentation on a project I spent the past threeish weeks building, I’ve spent the past two days alternately napping, reading a biography of e.e. cummings, and having meals with various members of my family (Chinese with The Olds last night, Popeye’s with Maxwell this afternoon). The cummings’ biography was a sad disappointment. He’s a genius poet but a fart-noise of a human. This would break my heart more were I not a…

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Queen of Cans & Jars

Hi Darling Ones, I’ve decided that I really like the letter writing conceit. It reminds me of this episode of Dawson’s Creek where a bunch of intrepid English majors have to figure out who Rose Lazar, “a famous writer from the twenties like Dorothy Parker, but not” is writing her most personal and intimate letters to. Surprise, it’s herself! So the conceit continues until I am bored with it. One more bit of business before I get to my point….

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The COVID Diaries: And Here We Come to the End

Dear Darling Ones, Here we are. This is the end of the COVID Diaries, a project I started on March 19, 2020 out of the need to cope with everything going on. Writing is how I make sense of myself, the world, and my place in it. All of those things needed a lot of words over the last fourteenish months. When it comes to enduring a global pandemic where 592,000+ people died just in the US I have some…

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The COVID Diaries: Answering Googlers’ Miscellaneous Questions

Hi Darling Ones, I need wrap up this whole answering the questions things because I made the header images awhile ago and tomorrow is the last entry in the COVID Diaries.* Fun Fact: If all I ever wrote about was being a 6’5″ woman, Dawson’s Creek, and Tootsie Pop flavors I would be the most popular blogger in all the land. I’d be the Homecoming Queen of Bloggers. Seriously, a vast majority of the search terms that bring people to…

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