or, I Knew There Was a Reason I Didn’t Want to Turn On My Phone on Sunday Like Carrie Bradshaw, I can’t handle hard news before Noon. 1:15 p.m. was a late check-in, though, even for me. Sunday morning I woke up with a wicked headache. As I waited for the Excedrin to kick in, I started … More Remembering. Regret. Rage.
or, Even the Darkest of Tales Contains Some Fine Romance I never wanted to see the old classic movie Chinatown, no matter how many “great” lists it’s on, because I’d heard it was dark and depressing. I finally caved and saw the movie, because 1) Alexandra Sokoloff, who was the featured speaker at our LERA … More Movie Night: Chinatown
I finally got my new pair of walking shoes–Adidas Supernova Glide–and took them out for my first Sunday morning fast walk this May. Of course, playlists ensued. Here are a few tracks that kept me stepping. For some reason this morning, I needed to revisit the rock/blues of my childhood. Never Been Any Reason by Head … More Sunday Walking Playlist – The Seventies Bluesy Rock Edition
What happens when you have a day job, a writing career, and an ailing mother you’ve been dealing with for the past four months: What happens when even though you’ve got a house to clean, bills to pay, and groceries to get, you look out the kitchen window and just can’t fucking take it anymore: … More In The Weeds
My co-worker, the same co-worker who announced Michael Jackson’s death to me, came running down the hall and screeched to a stop when she saw me. “Prince died!” That’s what she said, but what I heard was “Prints died.” Her print job died? A stretch, I know. I frowned. “Huh?” “Prince died. Prince, the musician … More A Mental Episode May Have Been Involved in My Reaction to Prince’s Death
That’s what my therapist called it. The end of that life where your mother is living independently in her own dwelling with her own things. The end of ever again being able to go crash at Mom’s apartment on a Friday night in November when my furnace is shut off for repair, sitting on her couch … More The Long Goodbye
My friend Dia loves her new selfie stick. She’s kind of a beast with it. Now she’s on this kick where she makes all her friends pose like other iconic photos. Behold: When Dia showed me this pic of Lucy and Ethel, it was on. We did multiple outtakes, in a Greek diner on a … More What Happens When Your Friend Gets a Selfie Stick
Somehow, despite losing an hour due to start of Daylight Saving Time, I managed to get my first good night’s sleep in awhile. Spring is right around the corner, the Albuquerque sky is bright blue, and I went for a power walk through the neighborhood, jamming to my tunes. Came back to the house, synced … More Happy Spring Forward
One year when I was seven, my mom said no to her parents’ invitation to Christmas dinner. Later, I found out that her decision was because the last time we’d visited, my grandfather had gotten drunk and angry and thrown a hairbrush at her. She was pretty much like “fuck you” after that. But at the time, as a … More Why I Have and Always Will Love the Chipmunks Christmas Song
This week’s road trip movie that I am breaking down per the Hero’s Journey is Take Me Home, an independent film written, directed, and produced by Sam Jaeger from the TV show Parenthood. I first saw it at the Albuquerque Film Festival in 2011, where, to my giddy surprise, Sam Jaeger himself was present for a Q&A. … More Road Trip Movies: Take Me Home
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