Hi Darling Ones, Sometimes a memory comes at you so fast and furious you have to blow off work to get it off your chest lest it fester all day. I saw a tweet a…
Posts tagged memory lane
The COVID Diaries: The Worst Flower
Hi Darling Ones, I do not like the flower Bird of Paradise. In fact, I kinda hate it. Seeing one gives me hatey-feelings in my heart and makes me want to spit. I did not…
The COVID Diaries: That One Time at Bible Camp
Dear Darling Ones, I went to Lutheran bible camp the summer I was fourteen or fifteen, which is exactly where you’d expect a Catholic girl to go to camp. This was the only time I…
The COVID Diaries: Seven Minutes, Gone
Hi Darling Ones, When I was a self-destructive twenty-two-year-old college student I used to spend a lot of time on a bench outside of Hibbard Humanities Hall smoking cigarettes. It was the mid-90s and you…
The COVID Diaries: All of This is Coming Your Way
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….
The COVID Diaires: I Had a Real Job Once
Hey Darling Ones, Today I spent most of time doing mundane web chores for dollars while listening to the albums of The New Pornographers in chronological order. It was like 2004 up in this joint…
The COVID Diaries: The World Has Shifted Yet Again
On Thursday I got an email from a client who I haven’t heard from since the very beginning of the COVID outbreak. This is not unusual. This is the type of client where months can…
Thank Goodness for St. Joseph
Even though I have not forgiven Coca-Cola or myself (because I only drink maybe two cans of soda a month) for the discontinuation of my beloved Diet Coke with Lime, I have recently dipped my…
Day 126 of 200: One About 4th Grade
When I was in fourth grade, Mrs. Reinking gave me a three in the “Reads widely” section of my report card. It was the 80s elementary school equivalent of getting a C in reading. At…
Day 88 of 200: Pep Fest
During my sophomore year of high school the seniors were the class of 1988. We were the class of 1990. A lot of Fridays we would have pep fests in the school gym. They’d pull…