A wild life is worth living.
There are new restrictions everywhere we go nowadays, and that's great news. I am all for waiting in the car for the pediatrician instead of marinating in the sputum of the people in the waiting room, especially when we're only there for a well visit or a flu shot. Letting in fewer people at once... Continue Reading →
I like to make plans. I make lists of steps to take to accomplish my plans, and there are so many different plans that they become a list in themselves. You might think all this leads to a long list of accomplishments, but alas no. That list is barely a list at all. I decided... Continue Reading →
If I dreamt of being an actress, I'd be going about the business of fame by hanging around soda shop counters and hoping to be discovered for just sitting and sipping. I'm taking the same approach to my writing success. Maybe if I just send words into the abyss someone will say, "can I publish... Continue Reading →
It turns out you can't just affirm anything you want into existence. Psyching myself up to write more and submit to other publications is seemingly more attainable than my quest to eat more vegetables. I was not able to manifest better health. I love vegetables and have watched several documentaries that extol the virtues of... Continue Reading →
On Saturday I got my first dose of the Pfizer vaccine, which meant I had to drive forty minutes into the center of town to the building we use for concerts and livestock events. When I say we haven't left the house, I'm not attempting performative precautions. We pick up groceries if we can't get... Continue Reading →
I don't think I need special treatment as a person with an incurable illness. I mean, if a law was passed to allow anyone with an autoimmune disease to cut the lines at Disney World, I would ride Space Mountain until I puked, but I wouldn't demand that law be passed in the first place.... Continue Reading →
When the stitches aren't the only major story of the week, you know to send wine and fully vaccinated in-home masseuse, right? Yikes. In the last week, we've intercepted four sleepwalking adventures. One was my middle kid, Archie, who I suppose has been sleepwalking for a couple years, but he rarely walks anywhere, so I... Continue Reading →
A few years ago I thought I had cancer. My doctor was concerned so I had a barrage of tests including a biopsy of the lymph node in my neck that was jutting out like Frankenstein's bolts. The mystery of the neck lump was never solved, but I didn't have cancer so I tried to... Continue Reading →
Fantastic artwork by The Chronically Honest Since purging most of the influencers on my social media feeds, I've been searching for new people to follow. I picked several interesting thinkers, photographers, some minimalists, and found a large community of folks who suffer from chronic illness. I've had my diagnosis twelve years and had no idea... Continue Reading →
Admire your food before you eat it Holiday biscotti for the kids' teachers Summers in Houston were spent lounging in Grandma's pool and learning to cook in her kitchen. Living overseas, Grandma and Grandpa's ranch style house in Houston was home base, where we'd go for vacation and family time before heading home to Hong... Continue Reading →
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