Every Saturday, I keep going to this cemetery. It is a very quiet, run-down, not-taken-care-of cemetery in the middle of a nature preserve that sits on the edge of a suburban, outside-the-loop community. It’s heavily wooded, and the path to the cemetery isn’t paved. I have no ties to this cemetery. A friend took me there in the dark one evening, which is pretty much … Continue reading Right-Sized, Right Now
Did you see that woman? Rolling down your street, full gear on, helmet and everything, Bambi legs, sweating, and possibly looking a little (alright, A LOT) out of place? Wow. What the fuck does she thing she’s doing? Look at her. That’s right, take a gander. That was me. 6:48 yesterday evening. Technically 6:57, because the first 9 minutes were spent standing casually on my … Continue reading Down With My Demons – Or Getting There
You are always there. You look like my friend’s mom. You don’t seem overly jubilant, which I totally get. However: You always talk to me. You always ask or comment about something I’ve bought. We chat. You are not crazy. In fact, the old me would write about how annoying you are and how I am in a hurry dammit and cut the small talk, … Continue reading Dear Target Lady
Tori Amos’ brilliant Boys for Pele is 20 years old this month. Which means a few things: I’ve spent a lot of time trying to verify the truth of whether or not the pope indeed has a rubber robe, and I’m really fucking old. It seems like a lifetime ago. I lived in another state. I had a different everything. But this album holds up. … Continue reading LISTEN UP VEGETARIANS: This Casserole is Your Holy Grail
You can never know when you wake up that this will be the day you have to put your dog to sleep. Millions of paragraphs have been written about losing those that we love, but nothing will seem to resonate with you on this day. No one else can possibly understand what the pit of your stomach feels like as you make all the motions … Continue reading Dogs. Death. Drinks. Devotion.
I had no idea how impacted I would be upon hearing the news that a great light has ceased to shine in this universe. But now, even writing that sentence, I question it: Will his light ever cease to shine? I read somewhere among the thousands of words already written today that the connection with Bowie and his music is so personal for each and … Continue reading It’s Not Just About What He Meant to Me
I am not a native. I did not grow up there. I have never lived there. I have never, for that matter, lived in Louisiana. But you know how you go somewhere and you feel like you’ve been there all your life? That’s how I feel about New Orleans, and I am sure I’m not the only person who has felt that way. There’s a … Continue reading I Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans
I am sitting here in flannel pajama pants and a long-sleeved thermal shirt while I bake a loaf of bread. BECAUSE IT’S THE GREATEST SEASON OF ALL. It was 92 degrees today, but who’s counting. Call me a basic bitch or whatever you want, but I stand proudly by my love of All Things Pumpkin and the crackle of fires and really any reason to … Continue reading FULL-ON FALL, That’s What’s Happening
The twisted beauty of a garage is that as long as you keep the door closed, no one really has any idea of what kind of mess is behind it. Continue reading My Garage: Metaphor for Life
Ten awesome things that happened today: 1) Drank a lot of coffee. 2) Got this at a garage sale and have already remembered how to play “Faithfully” and am working on “Royals” and will master the entire Tori Amos catalog by September. MELODIES ONLY CHORDS ONE SWEET DAY 3) Baked a tasty-ass apple pie for a friend’s unbirthday (32 does NOT get a birthday.) … Continue reading Saturday it’s a Saturday!!
Pocketful of Venom 
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