Hellooooo, 2020!

My writing took a nosedive last year – an ongoing battle with a repetitive stress injury, in my dominant hand of course, has sidelined way too many of the activities I enjoy. Writing, knitting, drawing, cooking, all have become a struggle to do thanks to carpal tunnel and ulnar nerve issues. I have been diligently […]

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2018 was shit.

To coin a phrase, thank u next. The best thing I can say about last year is that I survived it. Somehow I managed to pull a nice little writing habit out of it, and I’m (gasp) working on a novel. My family is still with me, still alive, and still loves me, so that’s […]

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Assholes will be assholes. 

I’ve been trying and trying to write. Talking to my therapist, trying to figure out why I can’t. Why I don’t.  Why I won’t.  But that’s a subject for another day.  There is shit going on in this monumentally fucked up world that is making my brain feel too full, swollen with anxiety and doubt […]

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Re-entry from this trip has been rough. Not just the jetlag – although that has been a complete and utter asshole. It’s something more. Maybe it’s because my kid is struggling with it, too. There’s nobody quite so capable of finding fault with you as your own teenage child, and when that child is also […]

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The most terrible of family secrets are deep, dark, and long-held. They are a burden, a weight heavier than lead, bowing the backs of the aunties and grannies who all too often carry them, unspoken, to the grave. We are still traveling, and spent the day with an elderly relative, a warm, kind woman who […]

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I’m Always Home.

I’m traveling with my kid for about 10 days – we flew to the opposite coast, and are spending part of our time as tourists in a city she’s never been to (one I’ve spent a great deal of time in), and the rest of our time with family. It’s my second extended trip since […]

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Do I Owe Anyone Jack Shit?

I discovered a kind of cool thing on my WordPress app just now…it shows the stats on this here blog back to 1970! Not only are the stats nearly as old as I am, they show me that pretty much nobody is looking at this odd little corner of the internet. As far as I’m […]

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Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder: or, how my fucked-up brain keeps me from doing pretty much anything

It’s been more than two months since I posted here. And I wasn’t exactly posting regularly before that. It sucks, because I really want to write. Words travel through my head and want to spill out of me, but my brain won’t let them.  You see, for some really fucked up reason, I get these […]

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