So, yeah… the intestines aren’t working again. This time the doctors say they see ulcerations, so at least it’s not all in my head. The symptoms are the same as always. I can’t eat, I have horrible pain, and I expel gas like a deflating Thanksgiving Parade. Seriously. Where does Read more…
Yeah, I get asked about my hair a lot. A LOT a lot. And weirdly, the questions are almost always the same three. I understand that, for the asker, this is their first time having this conversation, so I try to be friendly and funny and glib and I know Read more…
In Second Grade, our teacher said we would Make Books. She had a special book stapler, and a collection of wallpaper samples we could pick for our covers. First we would write out our stories and count the words so she could determine how many pages to give us – Read more…
Gracie and I had never had a birthday party with other kids at it. The most we got was Grandma and Grandpa coming over for cake. We wouldn’t have minded, except kids on TV had birthday parties full of other kids all the time, and then I was invited to Read more…
In software development circles, I often encounter a sort of one-upmanship of difficulty. Who has written their program in the most painful, least assisted manner? I can say without equivocation, I started with one of the hardest editors you can imagine. No auto-indent, no text coloring, not even an undo Read more…
So this one time, I took the RTA out to a friend’s house in Euclid Heights. This was before cell phones and I found myself at my friend’s house, the lights off, the door locked. I and my boyfriend waited and waited. We decided to give up and wait for Read more…
I was asked what my “typical writing day” is like. Every day is writing day! So this is: a day of me. On a typical weekday, I wake up between 8:27 and 8:34. Ish. I don’t use an alarm, so it’s all on my cycadian rhythm and looking at the Read more…