A day late and a dollar short, as the saying goes. And while, yeah, I’m a day late, at least I’m no more poor than I was yesterday. Then again, I’m no more rich, either. The day before sendoff I began the arduous chore of preparing all of my collective things - including my cat … Continue reading Nowhere to Go but Everywhere
Well, balls. The last two weeks have been a shitshow of anxiety, tears and unwanted exercise (read: moving). I’ve allowed myself the grace to have a meltdown as I’m making so many ambitious / impetuous / scary AF adjustments to my reality - closing most of it down and starting over, to be specific. But, … Continue reading Pharmacologically Yours
That is the question. It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling the last few years with my ever increasing alcohol consumption. I’ve been pretty straightforward about it, in spite of my chagrin over the whole situation. I’m not cursed with the disease that is alcoholism, nor am I necessarily dependent upon it, but I cannot … Continue reading To Drank or Not to Drank
It’s amazing just how much shit one can amass in less than two years. Coming in with just a mattress, a closetful of clothes and few items I had valued enough to stow away during my last venture into minimalism, I’m going out with masses of trash bags and boxes filled with stuff I’ve deemed … Continue reading Time to Make the Donuts
I’ve been divorced for eleven years, and save a “thing” here and there - one or two more meaningful than others, I’ve been happily single all the while. Over the years, particularly due to my high aerobic job, my days outside of work have found me as an introverted extrovert - blithely composing a dossier … Continue reading A Cat, a Kate, a Cooper
Well, Bitchsticks. For as ready as I am to get the hell outta town, seems town ain’t ready to throw me out quite yet. I took a hard curveball to the face in my planning, leaving me in a right pickle, far as heading out ASAP goes. While my kiddos are stripping most of my … Continue reading Plot Twist
Turning 50 this year means I am just nine years from the age my mother was when she died. This is holy-balls-where-did-the-time-go shocking. I mean, the fact that almost seventeen years has passed since she dipped out is nobs-nuts, cuh-ray-zee. So much has happened that it makes perfect sense, but it seems like the time … Continue reading The Aging Antonym
Yesterday I woke up to a text from my bank saying that my account had reached below zero dollars. And I was pissed. I knew that couldn't be right -and not because I had never been in that position before. If anything, I've had a lifelong bullshit love/hate relationship with money. I've maintained and amassed … Continue reading Ballin’, Bitches
My brain can be a real asshole sometimes. My very own super-computer, wrinkled and gray and locked away between my ears, what I heard once referred to as "the most sophisticated pharmacy in the world", (although not mine specifically) seems to do all it can do to fuck with me, outwriting this wannabe writer 24/7 … Continue reading The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
59. An unassuming number; Not anything that represents much more than the accumulated value of smaller increments. It's the number of times the minute and second hands on a clock are aligned within an hour. It's how many earth days there are to one on Mercury. It's the colloquial name given to the Queensboro Bridge … Continue reading 59. Hello Lamppost
