A California Conspiracy?
Familiar pleasures of air travel: crying baby, neighbor with stanky feet, and person in the window seat with the bladder of a small woodland animal. On my way back from Seattle I was… Continue reading
Category Archive: Not traveling
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One of those days
Yesterday was just one of those days. Tasks taking longer, lung-based cold draining further, nothing going forward as fast as I needed it to. (And also, of course my health insurance company… Continue reading
Discouraged and recouraged
I knew right away that I wanted this man to be my mentor. It was just obvious. He had no kids, my father died when I was four, he was a legend… Continue reading
Attack of the anxiety
The human body is a lunatic. Why else would it get up, barely bothering to wake you, install a racing pulse, shaking vision, and burn so many calories that on a not-particularly-warm night… Continue reading
A domestic Friday morning
Continents don’t drift this slowly. Yet always it is my turn, your reminder, to turn my head toward you. I am sorry, my anonymous benefactor, who should not be seen as an assassin,… Continue reading
Has it really been a year?
I have no sense of time. Made a salad last night, went for the dressing I bought a little while ago, and found, to my dry-rucola’d dismay, that the dang thing had expired.… Continue reading
Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter
I’m bushed. Today will be a day of heavy eyelids, caffeinated beverages, and standing up on a regular basis to maintain consciousness. And it is so very worth it. “You should read… Continue reading
Happy Thanksgiving Mr R!
Happy Thanksgiving Mr R! It was a pleasure to meet you a few months ago, and I dearly hope that your first American Thanksgiving is a happy day, when you can join me,… Continue reading
I thought it was just a photo
I wasn’t expecting a lesson in male privilege. I thought I was just decorating. But one of the candidate photos was from a late night wander through September streets of Venice, complete with… Continue reading
The good thing about terrorism.
Here’s something you already knew: the Dark Ages were F’ing brutal. I’ve been studying those terrible centuries for my job, and they were worse than I realized. Someone doesn’t like you and says… Continue reading
