Spider veins: one of the lesser-known signs of the apocalypse. A moment of gratitude for joining me on this journey especially if you’re here without judgment and aren’t either full of shit or full of yourself which are actually exactly the same thing. I personally hope I am neither of them yet could also entertain … Continue reading Spider veins like a samurai
Category: Vignette
Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right. Nineteen pet sits today, up at 5, lots more dogs than cats (this irregular/imbalanced truth often arrives like the rush of retail), Greta and Tala’s (and Sophies [see Come See Me, Sophie]) family leaving later because new baby is teething, colder day, easier on the … Continue reading Here it comes
The daughter who starred in this is now 21 and very responsible--employed and everything--so I think this 2016 Facebook post reflects her peak "stoner." I can't exactly remember but believe she did clean her car that day with “bleach and chemicals”—and thank god for that because how else would she even get cancer?—but it still … Continue reading The Flow
Fun Middle Age Online-Dating Fact: When you've hit it off (pre-meetup), and he's starting to confess via text the three things that might make you bail in order of severity and No. 1 is that he still lives with his ex-wife and No. 2 is that he has genital herpes for the love of God, … Continue reading Middle Ages
In loving memory of the bonding experience with Livy (DD2) where we move 18 years worth of flotsam from her old bedroom to her new one across the hall (some of which was actual trash; “what era of your life is this trash even from?” “I don’t know” and of course she doesn’t because she’s … Continue reading Hoarder-ifical
The moment you realize your once-dark hair kinda seems like it’s starting to say “fuck it.” Come on, guys. Keep it together. Not now.
When you're on the grift in Provo with bananas and some kitchen staples. DD and friend bought this bread to support a women's center. I honestly don't think anything feels more redemptive than knowing how holy this shitty bread is.
Come see me, Sophie, as you're walking the blue twilight between worlds. Come see me, in that dream land, when the pain disappears, and the body absorbs into stars, and we can behold the sun as it rises on this first new day. Come see me, From your world beyond breath, when the boldness of … Continue reading Come see me, Sophie
Last night my girls, Ellen, and I watched Thelma and Louise together, and because I'd forgotten how long the movie was, the event lasted into the early hours of today, at which point my youngest--who'd been hesitant to even watch it at all for the last scene she'd heard so much about--excitedly chatted to me … Continue reading Everything looks different
