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  • Selfie failure #1,975

    Selfie failure #1,975

    I’m trying to finish up something else for this exhausting blog (honestly, sometimes I wish I were a draw-er and not a writer) but in the meantime, I recalled how someone I know told me to take and post more selfies on social media. “I don’t do that,” I replied. “I’d feel ridiculous.” “You shouldn’t,”…

  • 90s I-Have-All-The-Answers Manifesto

    90s I-Have-All-The-Answers Manifesto

    For real, that’s the first page of a document that is twenty-nine years old if it’s a day.  I have hauled this thing out of its home on my bookshelf every eon or so to see if what I wrote when I was 20 still holds up–and I have also stumbled across it over the…

  • Sometimes we feel…

    Sometimes we feel…

    …like this overflowing recycling bin behind my building. It is always–I mean, ALWAYS–like this, because all the Gen Zedders here do nothing except order online and consoom. Can someone convince me they aren’t completely useless? Anyone at all?! I’m keeping this extremely brief, because I’m currently in bed trying to make sure that everything permanently…

  • Self care? DON’T care!

    Self care? DON’T care!

    I’m being good to myself. One thing I’ve been told for as long as I can remember is that I’m really, really hard on myself. And it’s easy to be hard.  But I actually just think I’m strong enough and ambitious enough to navigate life, which is a battlefield.  Didn’t Pat Benatar say that?  Or…

  • 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…

  • “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    …hair, which once again I’m going to have to lop off. I am the last chick to spend any time on a blog post (or any piece of writing at all) talking about her mop, but once again it’s aggravating me so much that I am tempted to grab my kitchen scissors and Gillette leg…

  • I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!

    I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!

    [Header pic: very old, but the only appropriate one I could find] …and by that, I mean I couldn’t complete the half-marathon I wanted to tackle on May 5.  Not even “couldn’t complete” it; I didn’t even do it.  A goal that I had set for myself one year prior was decimated thanks to a…