That's it, I'm done. I hereby forfeit the stupid war and let go my worries. As one pop star wisomized "My give-a-fucks are on vacation" and I find myself in her good company (maybe? I don't know her, so...). The point is, I simply don't care anymore. I retired my hot pink three-inch heels deemed … Continue reading Squatter’s Gonna Squat
A few days ago, Riley, the rambunctious ten-year-old girl who lives next door, while playing at our house, came to stand at the open door of my bedroom. Her eyes wide, she asked me, as I sat at my makeup vanity readying myself for work, if the room was mine. When I told her yes, … Continue reading Unapologetically Immature
This is kind of a nut-drag post that I wrote las year while entering into a funk. This diatribe has comfortably collected cobwebs in my drafts file since. I'm cleaning things out, as it were, in order to fill it up again with new half-assed thoughts and ideas. This morning, as I was ambling away … Continue reading Are You Depressed or is it Capitalism?
It's been eleven years and three months since I entered the world of the single life after more than twenty years of marriage. In that time, for the bigger part, I've been happily on my own as I come to know myself. And in finding that person, that "new" me? I've done some running around. … Continue reading WTF is Home, Anyway?
Happy belated manufactured love day. My brain, which is as often as not in complete incoherence with my heart, basically gives the finger to the fake holiday. My heart, meanwhile, seems to give no shits, although maybe it would matter if I had an other in my life. Either way, their handshake solidarity is shaky, … Continue reading Da Brain. Duh, Heart.
Just 43 days into 365 of 2025 has been a ride and a half already. More good than otherwise, to be sure, but a dose of humility can sometimes take you down, and I'll admit to a stretch of time spent in my bed this year to date. And, unfortunately for me, not for fun. … Continue reading Depression is an Ugly Asshole, and a Liar Too
About two months ago, after living among the mountains and Mormons for a year, I returned to my friend Amy's house, my very familiar ever-home in Portland. Back to living with another one of my besties. Back to a menagerie of animals (three dogs, four cats, six kittens and eight chickens). Back to long daily … Continue reading Mental Health Break: My Grippy Socks Vacation
Dani was confused when I said I was headed to Utah to stay with my best friend for a month or so. She crinkled up her nose with a glazed-over look as she contemplated what I'd said. Isn't her Mom my best friend? Of course, she is. But I'm going to Utah to stay with … Continue reading BFFs, Besties, & Bitches
So. I'm back in Utah - a very sunshiny state with very shiny happy people - and not in a creepy Stepford Wives sort of way. The people here are genuine, they are kind, and they are young. Northern Utah has a gazillion college kids, and even more post-graduates with shy toddlers hanging about their … Continue reading Mormons & Mountains
I was curious. I'd heard things. So I decided to check it out. What I provided to ChatGPT was this: Write a 250-word blog entry about moving from Portland, Oregon to Utah, where I’m looking for work and I’m happy. It's sunny here and the snow in the mountains started Oct 1st. People are nice, … Continue reading I Did Not Write This Entry
