The New Year’s Eve Post, Positivity Version
Apparently sometimes I skip a year. Continue reading The New Year’s Eve Post, Positivity Version
Category: Laugh
We Would Wear Hats
Mother’s Day sneaks under my radar these last few years, and once I realize it is upon me, I am paralyzed with inaction. Is that my particular manifestation of grief? Continue reading We Would Wear Hats
On the Come Up
A 4:45am alarm, an hour-long drive, a hastily eaten $17 breakfast sandwich at PHL and a stuffed-to-the-gills gate is prelude to what will be a 6 hour flight. I might as well be flying to the UK, it’s so far. Sometimes it’s hard to fathom that we drove from one coast to another, literally, in 6 days. Five? I can’t remember now. I’ve asked the gate agents if there are … Continue reading On the Come Up
Here Are Some Things I Have Not Done During the Pandemic.
“Be creative.” I would argue that my creativity for handling a crushing mountain of fucked-upness is the extent to which my brain can go. I have not written much, I have not started large projects, I have not built anything, I… I got plants. That’s as creative as it’s getting around here. “Listen to music!” Weirdly, you would think this would be a solace. It … Continue reading Here Are Some Things I Have Not Done During the Pandemic.
Hubris
Yesterday I wanted to try a pizza place with my husband for dinner. We ventured out into the slightly over-warm San Diego early evening, with the sun setting directly in front of me all the way there. I was already nervous while driving, because I knew this joint was in a neighborhood that was notorious for having little to no parking. It was a short … Continue reading Hubris
I Should Write More
I have six unfinished drafts in my “Drafts” section, all with titles but like, one sentence. So it has become clear to me that I should just start writing stuff, see what happens, NOTHING CAN GO WRONG, RIGHT? I mean, I’m sure someone out there wants to read about my cats and my patio filled with mostly dead plants and “marine layer” grunge and the … Continue reading I Should Write More
Menopause is Real I Think
See?? It’s not even a week later and I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER. A combination of things must have happened: Hormones less crazy. I stopped giving so much of a fuck. Or I gave different fucks. Not sure. The sun came out. Either way, I’m singing songs and laughing and sleeping. I realize that some of what I am doing at work is pretty futile … Continue reading Menopause is Real I Think
Decidedly Not Dead
I have started this post about 20 times in my mind. The original effort keeps coming off as snarky, shitty even – and worse yet, I managed to once again get real comfy with doing what I do best: Belittle myself and all the trappings that come with that. Make light of my accomplishments. Poo-poo my struggles. Minimize my insecurities and my vulnerability. To which … Continue reading Decidedly Not Dead
“I Don’t Get Along with Women”
Yeah. I used to say this. I used to say it a lot. I used to wear this phrase like a badge of fucking honor. But it never was really all that true. What the phrase should really be is “I am scared of myself. I am scared of my own power. I do not want to look in a mirror and see all the … Continue reading “I Don’t Get Along with Women”
Down With My Demons – Or Getting There
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
Pocketful of Venom 
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