A reoccurring patten in my thinking: As I’m embarking on some fun activity that incongruously but predictably evokes feelings of dread, I remember reading (long ago, when I single) about how sometimes women date men they think they are attracted to, when really they are fearful of them, because they misattribute the similar physical symptoms … Read more
Just got back from dropping Paul off at the airport. Driving home in the still-excellent traffic, I felt pretty chipper and considered starting my day early. But by the time I got home, the wisdom of getting back in my pajamas had asserted itself, and I have a feeling that by the end of this … Read more
There was this hot minute where I wondered whether this should be the year I tried NaNoWriMo, which challenges a writer to write 50,000 of a novel during the month of November. The answer is “Nope. ‘Tis not to be that kind of November.” There’s a lot of life-stuff happening. BUT I will be revisiting … Read more
Welp, I’ve let a couple months go by without posting, and now enough has happened that it’s difficult to pick any one thing to talk about, so I guess I’ll just ramble and see what comes out. Right now, Paul and I are babysitting for our three and a half year old nephew. It’s a … Read more
Wherein I ponder dopamine, capitalism, show business and Charlie Brown’s unhealthy obsession with kicking that football.
Wherein I intro the book Atomic Habits, which may yet change my life!
As my colectomy surgery date approaches, I deal with a pre-surgery limbo and also make my final decision on whether to undergo a prophylactic oophorectomy.
BIRTHDAY TRIP TO BAHIA BLANCA Once A and I arrived in Buenos Aires, we needed to get to my ASR “magical birthday spot,” Bahia Blanca, a small city south of Buenos Aires. It takes about eight-hours to travel to Bahia Blanca by car, or just over an hour by plane. We chose the plane. Planes … Read more
Things to be grateful for this (and every!) year: For the warm snoring bodies of the people we love next to us in the bed. For daily walks past people’s yards landscaped with strange desert flowers. For breathing clean air. For rainy days and cars that run. For creative impulses, and the time and ability … Read more
Sometimes I get really disheartened because I have to do so much side-hustling while the “real job” of being a writer — the job that I’m am trained at, good at and want to do — feels like a shell game. I keep doing the work, but the target is always moving and it never seems to … Read more