Hi Darling Ones, If I were a different kind of person I’d post that picture of Phyllis (above) with that quote by Anaïs Nin in a scripty font and then talk about whatever I made in my Instant Pot and how I can’t wait for it to be wine o’clock. Even when I’m sad like I am today, I’m super happy that I’m not that person. Self-help/positive aphorisms make me want to rage barf. If I accidentally read anything in…
Hey Darling Ones, Back in my journalism major days we had to take a class where we practiced writing news stories. I drove Derek, the kid who sat next to me, nuts because I would spend most of my writing time staring at a blank screen trying to think of a lede and only once I had that lede would I start writing. It was not at all efficient, and yet wholly effective. I’m still pretty good with ledes when…
So, Darling Ones, Still no flower, which is okay. I’m putting my money on that baby bursting forth on March 3rd. I got a lot on my mind today, as I mentioned in yesterday’s letter, so all I have is a small list of things that delighted me today. There are SO MANY donuts in my house right now. When I folded and put away the laundry every sock had a mate. All of them. There’s no random sock on…
Hiya Darling Ones, No flower yet. Since I was never pregnant I’m gonna pretend that you are all as excited about the blooming of this flower as you would be if I were having a baby. I realize this is putting me uncomfortably close to being a person who calls my plants her babies or Wendell my fur baby. Trust, that will never be me. It’s been almost four years since I had to put Paco down and I’m still…
Attention, Darling Ones! We’ve officially entered Phyllis the Amaryllis Watch 2021, also known as the only reason for me to get out of bed in the morning. My baby bucket of dirt is gonna burst into a flower any day now. I swear this motherfucker is gonna be four-feet tall by the time it reaches its full height. I guess, I really have no idea how tall it is now but it’s the tallest gal in the Sadness Garden. She’s…
Hold on to your hats, Darling Ones! First, I’m not sure what list/radio/whatever I’m listening to on Spotify but it just put Beth Orton’s Concrete Sky right before Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car. I’m not ashamed to admit that I actually fist pumped and said out loud to Cheeseburger Man, “I have the best taste!” Is your hat still firmly held in place? Good, because guess who has not one, but two social interactions planned for tomorrow? It’s me! I’m already…