a few of my favorite things

For today's blog-learnin' exercise, I present a 10-count list of things I like. Disclosure: I really have trouble with this sort of thing. The voice in the back of my head screams, "who gives a shit what you like!" Having had the temerity to type that, it's complaining that I shouldn't reveal its existence, as … Continue reading a few of my favorite things →

why i write

I write because I have to. When I miss a day of writing, I feel the grumblings deep within, banging and clanking like the bowels of an old ship retracting its anchor. I become unmoored and drift aimlessly with only the barest of conscious awareness of the world around me. The world and I become … Continue reading why i write →

resistance is futile

Some days are harder that others. The resistance feels greater. Obstacles loom larger. Hope is diminished. You can fight it. Maybe get pissed off then mold that surge of angry energy into a sort of jackhammer to break through the metaphoric brick wall. It works sometimes. But sometimes the jackhammer bounces off the wall and … Continue reading resistance is futile →

cinco de mayo can suck my lady-balls

For most of my life, Cinco de Mayo barely made a blip in my awareness as anything other than an excuse for people to get drunk on margaritas and nachos. I knew nothing about the origins of the holiday but, thanks to one year of high school Spanish and my love of Mexican food, I … Continue reading cinco de mayo can suck my lady-balls →

down the rabbit hole

The last few weeks, I've been sucked into the world of the Mandela Effect. It's a phenomenon where groups of people share a memory of something but that memory differs from the version that is commonly accepted and documented. I've been watching tons of videos, reading articles, scanning my memory for things that didn't seem … Continue reading down the rabbit hole →

mandela effect

A friend told me about the Mandela effect last year. It's a strange phenomenon in which some people have memories that differ from the common memory. It's named the Mandela effect because there are thousands of people out there who remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison. The way my friend introduced the idea to me … Continue reading mandela effect →

2018 resolutions: the list of doom

Yes, I know it's not a good practice to attribute such negative terms to a plan I have yet to start in earnest. The list of doom? Really, now. Doesn't inspire confidence and all that feel-good vibe-y stuff. The truth is that most resolutions fail and I don't believe I have super-human abilities to fall … Continue reading 2018 resolutions: the list of doom →

resolutions

Resolution: a firm decision to do or not to do something. (oxforddictionaries.com) I made the obligatory resolutions in January. Give up sugary drinks, eat better, exercise consistently, work on learning French and the banjo, create publishable stories and/or essays, and pursue several other items I've long forgotten about. Writing has been the only constant but … Continue reading resolutions →

naval gazing

Warning: this site contains the naval gazing drivel of an old lady. Enter at your own risk.

my Frankenstein coat: there’s always mourning

I've been mourning. This happens when projects I'm eager to complete get cobbled together with one unsatisfying compromise after another. I decided to construct my coat out of resale finds. I envisioned cheerful, bright colors. Unfortunately, most coats are drably colored but I thought to myself, "hey self, you can bedazzle the shit out of … Continue reading my Frankenstein coat: there’s always mourning →