• Recovering From a Stroke is Like Jr. High

    Hey Darling Ones, If you had the great misfortune of attending Roosevelt Junior High in Blaine, Minnesota during the 80s, you know the very special hell that was swimming. Roosevelt had a pool and just like dodge ball and other assorted athletic tortures, swimming was part of the curriculum. Nobody…

  • Please Solve My Brain

    Hi Darling Ones, Ever since my dad died in September, he has been in every single dream I remember having. Doesn’t matter what the theme of the dream is, he’s there, usually in the background. He rarely has a speaking role. He had a bigger role in the dreams shortly…

  • The COVID Diaries: Anxiety’s Got the Best of Me

    Hi Darling Ones, My anxiety is off the charts at the moment, which means I sleep all the time. I have two ways of dealing with anxiety: talking about it incessantly until someone wants to murder me or sleeping. Since I’m a lonely old spinster who lives alone there is…

  • The COVID Diaries: Two Things

    Hi Darling Ones, I’m sitting on the couch a miasma of anxiety and nerves because a repairman just left and I have a job interview in 58 minutes. Now that the repair is completed I feel 57% less anxious. Inviting strange men into my house to do things is so…

  • Anxiety, En Vogue, and other nonsense

    Here’s the facts, Luke is still missing and tomorrow my mom is having surgery to remove the cancerous lump in her breast. Oddly, or perhaps it’s not odd, I worry more about the former than I do the latter. Last night, before trick or treating, I explained to my mom…

  • InWork

    On sparse details and wrestling

    Lori just whined about my first day of work being awfully short on details. It’s funny because I am in the midst of wrestling with this whole “professional blogger” or “corporate blogger” thing and what it means for I Will Dare. It’s an internal battle. The company I work for…