Here’s a very true fact: our cat Jincy is the boss of all of us. She’s the boss of me, she’s certainly the boss of Esteban and she’s even the boss of Avi. The pug weighs twice what the cat does, but you wouldn’t know it for the furious ass kickings that are doled out [...]
Category Archives: Bloggy Goodness
You could be anyone
Oh you guys, Writer Camp was so awesome. I can’t even begin to tell you how awesome it was. Everyone was awesome. Awesome. It’s an overused word, but I mean it in the truest sense: I am full of awe. Every day, I took a tiny little cranky elevator down to the Writer Camp headquarters [...]
Righter conference
I got home from what had to have been the worst West Coast flight of my life: for some reason, the pitch of the seats on this particular Delta plane seemed really really shorter than usual. Like, there was more legroom on the tiny puddle jumper jet from MSP to GRB than the big plane [...]
Breaking
Thank you, everyone, for your kindness recently with my grandmother’s passing. I’m certainly not through mourning her (arguably, are you ever?) but I’m doing a lot of pretending that I’m doing the day-to-day stuff with nothing wrong. I’m not sure if that’s the right reaction. Sometimes I let my guard down and apparently it shows [...]
You never think about water until the well runs dry
Last week, I was the person to tell my mother that her mother died. My Aunt Drusilla couldn’t find my mom’s work number and was too upset to do much more than call the Hospice number stuck to the phone and also, me. I also called my great uncle and told him that his [...]
I miss her already
A dog collar. Another owner at the doggie daycare. The Jeep at Sbux that didn’t pull up far enough (despite having plenty of room) to allow me to get close enough to the speaker to order. The rabbits that want to have yet another batch of babies in our backyard. The motherfucking weather. These are [...]
Love the body you have right now
When I was a little girl, my mother and my great-grandmother were at odds when it came to my clothing. My mother felt that I should cover my nakedness, the end. Shopping with her was miserable: she would be irritated from the moment we passed rack after rack of adorable little girl clothes and headed [...]
Tangled up in Bix
My hair got caught on Esteban’s jeans. Wait, wait, back up: they were off at the time. Oh, gosh, no no no, not what I meant! So, I was folding the (fucking) laundry, a pair of Esteban’s jeans, and somehow my hair wrapped around the button on the fly and OW. What you should know [...]
You are a star
Photo courtesy of Suzanna Danna Hello little blog world! It is spring almost! Practically! How did that happen?! Fucking Daylight Saving Time, that’s how, apparently. My primary strategy for avoiding seasonal affective disorder is planning Weetacon, which just so happens to fall within earshot of the first springish day here in Coldington. Chris, one of [...]