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  • Halfway to 98, I am

    Halfway to 98, I am

    Take me to church…for a sick-ass choral performance tonight! Let’s hope I’m not at my halfway point. My dearest grandmother stuck it out until she was something like 94 years old–basically deaf, blind, immobile, yet entirely and maddeningly lucid, at least for her–and complained that she was just “loitering” by that point. At least she…

  • When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    When you keep forgetting you’re almost 50…it means you’re almost 50.

    That, friends, is a picture from nearly 13 years ago.  I was in the best shape of my life, having worked very hard on sobriety and my physical / mental health for an entire year, and wanted to photo document the outcome with the help of a friend in Victoria who was also an aspiring…

  • Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    Saudade: Sweaters, leather boots, and hot lentil stews

    I don’t have much in this life, but I do have cleavage. Smoke ’em if you got ’em. This summer feels as though it’s been carrying on for months now, and it’s not even August.  I’m not sure why this is, since the year overall feels like it was strapped to a rocket and launched…