I told someone I was thinking of listing out the things I wanted to make sure I get done in 2020, and they were like, “ugh, that sounds way too much like New Year’s Resolutions” and I had a moment of …. Really? Because I think of resolutions as one …
Whew. Another one in the books, y’all! Friday we got there with more than enough time to set up and scoot out over to Sanaa at Disney’s Animal Kingdom Lodge for dinner. Setting up was…. well, when is setting up ever truly easy? There was a … misunderstanding … with …
I blame Julia Cameron, training me on brain dumps with those damn morning pages. Three pages, by hand, every day, brain dump. It clears the mind and gives focus, but also… it has taught me how to work things out by writing them down. This is probably why people tell …
Boy howdy, I do not know WHERE my motivation has gone to, but it surely has packed its bags and moved on to someone else, because it is nowhere to be found in my days right now. There are a million things I could be, should be doing right now, …
Dear Goddamn Diary; Let’s have, as my friend Becca says about her knitting sometimes, a “come to Jesus” moment. We need to talk about your future. I don’t want to be one of those bloggers who posts every couple of months and the first paragraph is all, “whoa, what’s happened …
“Oh, laws,” you’re thinking. “She doesn’t write forever and then she gives us one with song lyrics… it’s always a hard thoughtful one when there are song!lyrics!” Hey. At least I just pepper the lyrics in there as words, and don’t do some horrific 90s music pop-up that plays the …
And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow In New York City Another reason I’ve been kind of sad lately is that I just finished watching Feud: Bette and Joan. It didn’t …
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a little voice in the back of my head (OK, not literally, A VOICE, but… more like a feeling. A pressure?) that is always pushing me to do more. Work a little harder. Work a little longer. Juggle a little more. …
Dear Goddamn Diary; I don’t know why this year in particular – what makes this year any different than the last sixteen – but I’m having a hard time with Father’s Day this year. I always get it from both ends; as the consumer who is bombarded with emails of …
Here is a pattern I fall into: I will blog every day for, say, six months. Then I will get really busy for a week, and I won’t blog because I will sacrifice blogging time for something else (sleeping late, more coffee, answering work email, trying to do fucking Pinterest …
My head is always so full after Fiber-In. As stressful as it is to get ready for an out-of-town, weekend-long show, being there is actually quite relaxing. I get to spin all weekend long, pretty much any time I’m not helping someone or eating, so I get that zen calm …
Back in the stone age, before Facebook, when blogs used to be a thing (remember those days?) I used to read the blog of a woman who started doing something she called “Tuesdays unplugged”. One day a week she would unplug from online life and just… be. While she was …
So, surgery is over (and my big fear was being given something I’m allergic to while under, and not being able to speak up for my allergies – so big thanks to the anesthesiologist who knew that what they were going to give me to relax me before putting me …
This year was going to be amazing. Back in January, in spite of being worried about Lenny the Boob Pea, I had such plans for HaldeCraft this year. Part of those plans included expansion, and by that I mean actual physical space expansion (not necessarily product expansion, although that would …
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? …
Need to catch up? This is the last part, Part Eight. Part One; Part Two; Part Three; Part Four; Part Five; Part Six, and Part Seven. So on Tuesday, February 11th, I got my ass up at the crack o’ dawn to shower and get ready to go have sharp …
Need to catch up? This is Part Seven. Part One; Part Two; Part Three; Part Four; Part Five; Part Six. I did a lot of this in January. It was relaxing, and fun, and made me feel like I was getting something done even when I was sick. And I …
So, what else was going on while all this was going on? A couple of days before the mammogram, I cleaned out my little library, intending to craft a little – for personal reasons, not work – in the mornings. That worked until it started to get cold – I …
Well, I didn’t intend to drag my heels on this one, but a combination of a few crafty things I was consumed with, coupled with this being my least favorite part of the story, added up together for a delay. The physical aspects of the ultrasound were not so bad …
Early in the morning, the day after Christmas, I got a phone call from the mammogram place. They had seen something they’d like to get a better look at, could I come in the following week? Again, it would be pretty early in the morning, although not as early as …
This is Part Three of this story. Here’s Part One. Here’s Part Two. There is nothing quite so lonely as going to get your very first mammogram on a cold and rainy Christmas Eve morning, at a time when you’d normally just be finishing up your first cup of coffee, …
Yeah, maybe, if you subscribe to most of today’s conventional wisdom (have your first mammogram at 40, ladies!)… even though some studies now are saying that if you don’t have a history of breast cancer in your family, and if you don’t have reason to worry, you can wait until …
First off, I’m fine. I have benign heterogeneously dense breasts, which are also asymmetrical, which basically means that instead of mostly fat in my breasts I have dense tissue, which is hard to see through, and they’re not matchy-matchy with each other. Go figure, I am not a Supermodel with factory …
I think I have care fatigue. Not full-on compassion fatigue, it’s just that my personal care.com is coming up with a 404 page. It’s redirecting to “I don’t give two shits dot com.” I’m supposed to care about the suffering of those less fortunate in my own neighborhood. I’m supposed …
