About Me
Writer of this-is and that-is, of ifs and buts. Observer of whatnots and whichits. I do some stuff. Other stuff, I don’t do. I have an M.A. in English Literature from the College… Read More
Pickled Feelings
I’ve been ignoring things lately. A lot. Not a lot of things. A lot of ignoring. I looked in my planner/journal (I have a Moleskine) today and realized that I’ve basically skipped the… Read More
So. . . . . . . .
What I did at Work today— Learned how to spell with my boss: Tahgher = Tiger Tinfull = Tinfoil Daaawg = Dog Own = On What I learned at… Read More
You, Oh, You—
Each time I wiggle my toes, they wiggle in the absence of yours— remembering how, when you held me at night, your head next to mine your chest to my back pelvis to… Read More
Best Obit Ever.
Probably the best obit ever written. Perhaps even the best memoir in mini. Everything should be like this. Or at least, things should be like this more often! http://www.bradfordokeefe.com/obituaries/Harry-Stamps/#/Obituary
You do what, now?
So. . . . I make my own lotion. Not often. And not a lot of it. Usually. This past Christmas I made a batch of Lavender/Eucalyptus lotion to give as presents and… Read More
Yea smart stuff!
My new favorite internets place? Here: http://theparisreview.tumblr.com/. I swear, it’s better than their actual site, better than their journal, better than their facebook. It rocks. Seriously, my socks came right off!! Check it out,… Read More
Well, Crap.
This latest man-mishap has got me thinking. A lot. About a lot of things. Like: WTF, Universe? If there is a guy out there for me, shouldn’t I have met him by now? … Read More
Fuck this Shit.
Lori told me to ‘get it together,’ the other day. No, really. We’re on the phone and I am yammering on, a mile a minute because I know that I only get about… Read More
