The COVID Diaries: Fecund

Dear Darling Ones, I love the word fecund, and am always a little bit sad that I can’t use it very often. Other words I love and can’t use very often include: draconian, concatenate, juniper, circuitous, and trousers. Fecund is a word that calls attention to itself and makes the user sound like they’re trying too hard. I learned my lesson about trying too hard using words in like 1986 when I discovered the word druthers and used it while…

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The COVID Diaries: Suitable for Sadness

Hi Darling Ones, Every time I add a new plant to the Sadness Garden on Planta it tells me a little about the plant (a tradescantia nanouk named Travis), as you can see above. Because I named my location Sadness Garden, the app frequently tells me something is “suitable for sadness” and I love it. Today, I am suitable for sadness too. All the conditions are there: bad sleep, disappointment, bummedoutedness. Let’s address these issues because maybe getting them outside…

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The COVID Diaries: Just a Little Psychic Humor

Hi Darling Ones, Jodi Hanson spent the night over at our house every other weekend throughout the summer of 1987. That was the summer we discovered crystals, tarot cards (purchased at the Waldenbooks in the Northtown Mall), astrology, candles, and all sorts of witchy stuff. I don’t know who the ouija board belonged to. It might have been Jodi, she was rich compared to us, but it also might have been Sister #2’s. The tarot cards and astrology books were…

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The COVID Diaries: Kinda Shoulda Sorta Woulda

Darling Ones! I hope you remember way back on February 25th when I predicted Phyllis the Amaryllis would bust our her flower on March 3rd. Because, take a look at that picture up there. I’m warning you now that if a flower pops out of that bad girl tomorrow I will be hawking my psychic abilities now until doomsday. You’ve been warned. Another thing happening tomorrow? A Liz Phair livestream concert. It’s kinda delightful to have something to look forward…

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The COVID Diaries: Most Things are Frivolous & Life Has No Meaning

Hello Darling Ones, My nihilism has reached such epic proportions that I didn’t even watch the Golden Globes last night. While that might not seem like much to you, it’s kind of a big deal in the jodiverse. I love awards shows. A lot. I watch almost all of them, even for shit I don’t care at all about, and the Golden Globes is usually my favorite one. There’s not a lot of appointment TV in my life, shows I…

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The COVID Diaries: So Long Sweet Valley, Hello Hootenanny in E

Hi Darling Ones, When I was 18 I read A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving for the first time and it changed my life. After that, I quickly read every book by John Irving I could get my hands on (and accidentally some by John Updike because I am bad with names). I did this a lot in my 20s, discovered a new author and quickly shoved every one of their books into my brain. Because I read…

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