Anne Nahm turns 13 years old this month! What is this feeling? Pride? Horror? Stroke? My fingertips are tingling and I feel a little lightheaded. And then a little sad. And then complacent, and slightly hungry. It’s the 12 Stages of Blogging over here. I must confess to you that
I wasn’t born in Paradise, CA, recently obliterated in the Camp wildfire, but in Chico. Fifteen miles and a 35 minute drive away. That’s because my dad was a doctor in Paradise. Being such a small town, my mom’s choices for OBs were also her husband’s bridge partners and hospital
Here comes that itchy feeling when I haven’t updated in so long I fear when I DO eventually get around to saying something important, all the threads of my life will have unraveled in such small but profound ways that I will think FUCK IT, I cannot write this tome
Omigosh, thank you for letting me do this. Me and my monkey’s paw of a writing hand are headed to the Post Office since one of these bad boys goes alllll the way to Switzerland! In all seriousness, though, this has really helped me, especially in the last few very
I attended an unexpected funeral this week, along with maybe two hundred guests. For me, it was a mostly dry-eyed affair. Little else can make you feel alien to the human experience as sitting in a room of sniffles and suppressed sobs while you are only thinking about how you