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  • September 1, 1939

    September 1, 1939

    I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over the brightAnd darkened lands of the earth,Obsessing our private lives;The unmentionable odour of deathOffends the September night. Accurate scholarship canUnearth the whole offenceFrom Luther until nowThat has driven a culture mad,Find…

  • You mean, this precise moment?

    You mean, this precise moment?

    Well, WordPress bot, I guess I should answer this immediately, because my feelings might change after I quaff this big home-brewed iced coffee. And I am pleased you didn’t ask me, “What are you thinking right now?” That wouldn’t be appropriate, and my thoughts would have changed by time I finished typing the sentence. Right…

  • Excitement!

    Excitement!

    Don’t mind if I do, WordPress bot… The last thing I got excited about was learning how to effectively block people online in every conceivable way, including on this blog of mine. The amount of stress and anger I used to experience has diminished massively. Oh, that, and the spicy agedashi tofu I made two…

  • THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)

    THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)

    My second year of being in tap lessons. There we were. The “Tap” promotional campaign that involved–oddly enough–tap, and I had made it to the Saturday finals. My rivals were many; their talents were intimidating. I had only been slapping my shoes against hardwood for three years; they had been doing this since they were…

  • Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor

    Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor

    Yes. That is me after winning a musical theatre award for some number called “Vaudeville.” I was about eleven here. This year of our antichrist, 2024–one of the most challenging but transformative epochs to date–marks the 45th anniversary of Coquitlam Centre.  What’s that, you may ask with soaring ignorance?  Why, it’s exactly what it sounds…

  • “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…

  • This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.

    1.) My cat, Annie, forever and always. Among her other perfect qualities, she very patiently lets me smooch her nonstop. 2.) Eggs for breakfast. Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, scrambled, poached, made into an omelette…they really are the perfect food, healing for both brain and body. 3.) My parents, almost 80 years old and with the energy and…

  • What happened to sexy legs? [UPDATED WITH A NON-HYPOCRITCAL VISUAL]

    What happened to sexy legs? [UPDATED WITH A NON-HYPOCRITCAL VISUAL]

      No, really. What happened to sexy legs? Do we not care about sexy legs anymore? I sure care about them.  And considering it’s summertime–the worst time of year without a doubt–we should be thinking about, and admiring, all sorts of sexy legs.  Yet here we are, not even giving them a second thought, and…

  • Was today typical?

    Was today typical?

    Sure. Now, please define “typical” for me. I’m not ever going to share intense details of my personal life, I’m not going to talk about my struggles, I’m not going to brag about my small victories, and I’m not going to give details about what I ate, thought, or did. This is a stoopid writing…

  • 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…