As a side project to distract myself from all my current dramalamadingdong, I decided to freshen up my blog space this weekend. Doing so caused me to study more carefully a wide range of other blogs. … So apparently, (and feel free to get in your time machine, go
Got a chance to sit down with my dad over the holiday. As words grow more difficult to pluck out of his brain, he’s becoming a master at charades. It might be sad, except he’s so gleeful to have outwitted dementia, he grins like a kid at summer camp as
I was a living, breathing mousetrap over the holidays – ready to snap with the slightest provocation. I didn’t mean to be that way. I was cool as a cucumber while packing, Zen as fuck on the drive. Opened the door to my sister’s house, and my eyebrows climbed into
For over seven years, I’ve lived with small dread of accidentally writing the wrong name in an Anne Nahm email. Many of the comments came in last week with my real name written in them. Opening each and every one was like that dream where you fall, flailing armed and
. . Barbie’s drunk. REF: