Day Terrors
I read the tl,dr Can You Die From a Nightmare last night even though I'd ignored mentions of this piece earlier in the week. I finally caved based on a Longreads link because I couldn't […]
Mostly Me
The Hobo Code
It happens all the time. You think of a subject that hasn't crossed your consciousness in ages, and then like that it's being written about. (There's also that thing where you keep seeing a reference […]
The Good Life
As I’ve done for as long as I can remember, but not that long in the scheme of things, I’ll post a year-older photo. Truth be told, I’m not 40 yet in this pic taken […]
Onesies
I'm off to turn 40 where weather.com tells me it will 111 degrees when I land tomorrow. I might die. On the other hand, I'm all about putting meaning into patterns where there isn't any, […]
Pink or Coral
Life decisions (that I can't post on Facebook or Twitter because it's too lame for public consumption–I barely think of this blog as public). Do I wear a bright coral or a hot pink on […]
Act Your Age
Not quite AARP, but like an upbeat, you-go-girl (woman) angel of death, More, the "magazine for women who love to act their age" is now soliciting me. I've officially arrived at middle age. Yesterday, I […]
Chicken
Today at Union Market while waiting to ask for a rotisserie chicken with so many other shoppers wanting rotisserie chicken that one of the men behind the counter commented on how many people wanted rotisserie […]
They Go In Threes
Deaths? I do not dwell on them. But there have been a few lately that have given flashbacks that I can superficially riff on. Ray Bradbury. I hope my box of paperbacks (multiple copies of […]
Uncommon Scents
I've come to the conclusion that I don't have a particularly discriminating palate (however, my palette is great). By which I don't mean that I can't tell crappy food from good, and I can certainly […]
Just Call Me Pocky
And for the third month straight, I have been attacked by massive, red, bulging zits all over my chin and smaller ones threatening to erupt beneath my nostrils (I will spare you the photo–couldn't even […]