When I was very young, staying at my grandparents house meant staying in their bed with them. This house never had a guest room clear enough of clutter to permit guests, and back then my uncle was still staying most nights in his room. I remember their room as mostly Read more…
I got fantastic news a couple of weeks ago. Kernpunkt Press is going to publish The Skinned Bird! I’ve been working on this manuscript since 2012. Since then, it has been rejected, in various configurations including both chapbook and full-length versions, around thirty times. Thirty. Whew. Now, I have a couple Read more…
the last three days have been v traumatic. we had to return one of the cats to the shelter because it turned out that he had a severe and advanced condition that would have cost thousands to maybe fix. There were people in my circle saying I needed to start Read more…
whether my legs are shaved where my sunglasses are when the weekend comes (so many side gigs means no days off forever) what the best new show on TV is sales on platform heels vultures (over and over my heart has been broken) my sister’s opinion of me/my mother’s opinion Read more…
this damn house might kill me before I ever feel at home. It’s been months and it still takes a full weekend of doing nothing else but cleaning to make the house presentable for guests. I’m afraid it will never be a house that is usually mostly presentable. I don’t Read more…
A third of the year is gone. Isn’t that wild? That’s how time slips away: day by lousy day. I’m cranky because I’m stuck here and the house is a mess and the yard is a mess and I don’t know how else I can communicate my need for progress. Read more…
(apologies to Murakami) I said I’d start running if I lost fifteen pounds and I did it. I’m considering signing up for a $60+ 5k just to make sure I really do it. I was going to have all this time in the summer to write and now I’m cramming Read more…
I don’t have many regrets. Maybe a few, but they are rare and probably out of proportion with whatever anguish they have caused me. But there are things I am sorry to have missed out on while traveling. I wish I’d been more brave in Spain, that evening I walked Read more…
I feel like I could just post about the cats for hours and hours. I’ve been thinking a lot about my past cats. My first cat was a shelter cat: Jasmine. She was half siamese and she picked me out. She screamed bloody murder the whole drive home in a Read more…