So Darling Ones, Here in Minnesota where one cop is on trial for murdering George Floyd, yesterday a different cop murdered Daunte Wright, a 20-year-old Black man in Brooklyn Center (a suburb northeast of Minneapolis). They pulled him over for expired tabs and having an air freshener hanging from his rearview mirror. In the United States of America this is an executable offense. If you are Black. I was pulled over for the exact same thing once, in the 90s….
Hey Darling Ones, When I finally decided to paint the main bedroom in Supergenius HQ back in like 2007, I inadvertently chose the same colors as the Wakefield Twins of Sweet Valley. One wall is beautiful blue like Elizabeth’s bedroom. The other three are Hershey-bar brown like Jessicas. This was not a conscious decision and something I only realized a couple years ago. I have done zero decorating in that room since. It’s mostly a place I keep my clothes,…
Hi Darling Ones, Guess which 6’5″ Spinster Goddess of Minnesota finally landed a vaccination appointment? It’s me! Thanks to eagle-eyed Sister #2 who spotted a tweet from my former (and hopefully future) State Representative Brad Tabke* I scooped up an appointment at Canterbury Park for Thursday. I am so relieved. That’s all I got today. My brain is foggy from endless rain and a messed up sleep schedule, so I don’t have a lot of words right now. My whole…
Hello Darling Ones, I’ve worked myself into a barely coherent paroxysm of rage over 89.3 The Current’s Essential Debut Albums poll. I love/hate when they do these kinds of lists. Love: I am a musicgeek/pop culture nerd and talking about music is one of my very favorite things on earth to do. You’d probably be appalled to learn how much time I spend every day thinking about or listening to music. I think the only thing I do more of…
Hi Darling Ones, The Shitty Anniversary I didn’t think I’d remember the specific day of is today*. Thanks, TimeHop! Thanks nonstop tweeting past-self who couldn’t help remarking on John Prine’s death on the shittiest, toughest day of my life. Thanks, life for being ceaselessly difficult sometimes. Today it is officially one year since Cade left and I’ve had any contact with Sister #3 and The Tibbles. I hope it gets easier from here. Much to my surprise, today has not…
Dear Darling Ones, Here is the hazard of essentially spending a year alone + having a 20-year-old blog + being a forty-eight-year-old perimenopausal woman: your memory is not as reliable as it used to be. Every day when I get ready to write I have to think really hard about whether or not this is something I just wrote about. It seems everything I think seems vaguely redundant to me as though I recently had a conversation with someone about…