Beach House

40 Days of Writing/Spring 2017/Day 5   Tonight the music rules were No Hamilton and No Queen. First of all: oh hell no. But second of all: okay. My man had spent the day building a new fence and a new chicken coop in the cold driving rain and hail (this is not a fictional dramatized... Continue Reading →

Inauguration Day

On inauguration day, I sat in my therapist’s office trying to tell him about my feelings. As usual, he patiently listened to me ramble on about everything but, and then interrupted me to tell me “you’re very good at” (I don’t remember what he said), “and you do this in a way which” (I don’t... Continue Reading →

The Gods of Solitaire

I’m pretty sure the gods of telephone solitaire were fucking with me this morning. I imagine their conversation going something like this: God 1: ah jeez she’s playing solitaire in bed again God 2: why doesn’t she get up already and accomplish one of those things she keep saying she’s going to accomplish? God 1:... Continue Reading →

Is Anyone Out There? Can We Talk?

In case you don't know me, or this is your first time here, I'll just start by saying this: I liked Prince. A lot. And I've been one of those annoying people on social media sharing my feelings about his recent death. I think I've been pretty minimal about this sharing in relation to how... Continue Reading →

Purple Brain

The first time I really sat down to listen to him -I mean really listen, not just sing along to his hits that made their way to the radio - was on a break from K-Mart mopping the dining room floor of Full City Cafe in Kalamazoo. It was the end of the night, all... Continue Reading →

Made With Care

I have a new hat. It's mine. And I love it. A new friend made it for me, with her own two hands and a couple of knitting needles. When I say 'new friend' I mean that she and I recently met at a dinner party where, in the midst of our conversation she put her hand... Continue Reading →

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑