Hooooo boy. I’ve written this post like six times today, y’all. Even I want to tell myself to shut up already, haha, even though this is kind of a really real subject. Let me see if I can delete the chaff and just leave you with what I was really …
I love a good ghost story, especially haunted houses. But do I believe in ghosts? Hmm. Well, I’d have to believe in an afterlife in order to believe in ghosts, and since nobody has ever sent me a postcard from the afterlife, well… Well. So, what then? What are hauntings? …
AKA “The One About How I Lived In Hell’s Apartment” AKA “Shut Up, Universe, Quit Telling Me to Write About This.” Does the Universe ever do that to you? You start thinking about a friend you haven’t heard from or even thought of in years, and they call? Or you …
I got nuthin’ — here’s one from the archives! Easter, 2002. Tim’s parent’s anniversary. My first visit up to meet them after Tim and I had started dating a few months before. There was just enough snow left on the ground for me to push some together into the world’s …
I believe these are stuffed toys G-ma made; I thought I had a picture of me as a child, somewhere, with the chicken, but maybe I haven’t scanned it in.
What did your childhood bedroom look like? — We moved around so much that I never really had a bedroom for more than maybe a year and a half, two years at a time. (To new and newish readers, I moved 23 times during the first 25 years of my …
I had a whole post planned about how I wasn’t going to write a traditional 9/11 post like everyone and their brother seems to be doing (mostly because look… I saw it once, I don’t want to see photos of it again), but I veered off into all sorts of …
So, Tim and I were watching a completely wretched werewolf movie the other night – – truthfully, I can’t tell you how wretched it was because as soon as what I’m about to tell you, I was only thinking of the house and gardens, not the movie itself. But it …
This one’s for … oh my gosh, who was I talking with the other week about this? Sharon and Ginger? Alana and Sharon? Anyone else my age-ish who remembers the old Marlo Thomas show, “Free to Be You and Me”?
Today would have been Bill’s 67th birthday; next Saturday would have been my dad’s 69th. I still miss them both, so much, every day.
(Originally posted June 19, 2005) I don’t really remember the first person I lost. I think it was either Aunt Nellie or Aunt Mildred, gone when I was young. Less than 10, I think. Too young to really get what death meant, or how heavy it could hit you. Next …
(Originally posted August 9, 2006) This post is for Beth, who didn’t know that today was my third anniversary and just Monday asked the question of how Tim and I met. The short story is that we met at work. The long story is much longer, and is proving hard …
(Originally posted February 19, 2006) Bill, yesterday: “I told my doctor I was more interested in quality of life, and not longevity. I kind of assumed he’d understand that ‘quality of life’ meant, you know, fucking walking.” Sometimes you just have to laugh, because the crying would kill you.
(Originally posted on May 2, 2007) He died about a month ago While winter filled the air And though I cried I was so proud To love a man so rare. He’s somewhere on the ocean now, That’s where he ought to be With one hand on the starboard rail …
(Originally posted June 2, 2005) The roads we’ve driven All the stories we could tell If it all blows up and goes to hell I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel And listen to the stories we could tell -Jimmy Buffet He glanced at the …
(Originally posted on April 4, 2007) You think You think to yourself, this sucks. And it does. You think to yourself, this isn’t fair. And it isn’t. You think to yourself that this man next to you is getting, as Neil wrote, what everyone gets. A lifetime. How much longer …
From a technical standpoint, there were other photos I took this week that were prettier; but you know I had to go with this one. You can see the rest of my daily photos here.
(Originally posted on May 21, 2007) Transcend this Here’s a Bill story that I couldn’t tell at his memorial service. When I was in the 11th grade, I went to P.K. Yonge Laboratory School. (I think they’ve since replaced “Laboratory” with “Developmental Research”; makes the kids feel less like lab …
(Originally posted on April 20, 2008) My daddy tells me I’m Queen of the Beaver Mags! Now that I finally have time to sit down and right this up, it’s probably not as funny as it is in my head. Sorry to Matt who’s been waiting for this story for …
(Originally uploaded April 23, 2004; looks like I should do this one again, only from then to now…) Looking backwards April, the last few years April 2004 – today is my last day of being full-time/working for Joe, and I’m about to embark on a new pathway for my life; …
(Originally published on March 7, 2008) Zen and the Art of the only book I’ve not been able to finish reading, twice There are so many places I could have gone with this title. Zen and the Art of Being a Pretentions AssNubbin Zen and the Art of Stabbing Out …
Tim is either the picture of Zen calmness, or he’s putting on a good front for me. BUT THAT’S OK BECAUSE I’M FREAKING OUT ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US. Visions of storing my hardcover signed first editions at the shop, while Tim and I live on the street, sleeping …
Originally posted on June 16, 2005. No moss on this rolling stone Lately, I’ve been thinking about a family friend who has helped me move on numerous occasions. That got me thinking… exactly how many times have I moved? Not counting all the times I’ve helped friends move… My first …
