Life
On Injured Reserve
I haven’t updated this blog for two weeks because I have been in the hospital. So sorry, everyone. I’ve not written so much as a clever tweet lately. I am recovering from surgery now and should be back on my feet soon! by
Life
My Pale and Languishing Period
No illustrated blog post this week. I’m back in the hospital AGAIN. Being a languishing waif is nowhere near as romantic as I was lead to believe. by
Blathering
Being a Twin
Subheading: Look at me look at me look at me Is being a writer about craving attention? All my life I’ve yearned after the spotlight. Maybe because I was born there. I’m a twin. As a kid, this was AWESOME. The adoring public was always ready to, well, adore us. Read more…
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I was a teenage monster
In sixth grade, we were given the assignment to draw a self-portrait and then write six words that described ourselves. It was a lesson on adjectives. I picked “Obnoxious”, “Fat”, “Loquacious”, “Stupid”, “Grotesque”, and “lazy.” I was bitterly proud of my vocabulary. (“Loquacious” was my attempt to be nice to Read more…
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The Pain
Remember those terrible health issues I was having? That got all better on their own? Not so much. Many people asked me, “Can you at least glean something from this experience to make a story?” Maybe? Someday? Mostly I’ve felt… Not quite here. I joked about having come up with Read more…
Blathering
Princessing
We were at Aunt Grace’s farm and her sons were playing battle in the snow. I wanted to play, too. They said I could be the princess they fought over. There was an igloo that would be my ‘tower’ and we set icicles in the doorway for bars. One of Read more…
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The 50s are OUT
So there I was, in my natural habitat, the dancefloor. I was in my early twenties, getting my groove on, flirting with the boys, attracting a lot of them, keeping them in line, not paying for drinks. Not to brag. Okay, to brag. Then, this girl taps me on the Read more…