Let's get one thing straight: I am a whore for cinnamon. Not a literal whore. Chill out. But I do love cinnamon flavored anything. Cinnamon ice cream. Cinnamon coffee. Cinnamon Coca Cola is one of my favorite things of all time. What I am not a whore for is Oreos. I dislike Oreos, a great … Continue reading George Carlin and Cinnamon Whores
Visited with my sister-in-law and her munchkin tonight. We've sort of lost track of one another, only to recently reconnect at her daughter's birthday party a couple of months ago. We we're married to brothers. We've been to a lot of the same emotionally eviscerating places. It was really good to see her, and her … Continue reading New Notebooks and Old Friends
So. Left for Ithaca with 666 on the odometer. Always a good sign when you're driving the miles of the beast. Three hours between home and Ithaca means lots of NPR. My kid? Harper? She listened to Hidden Brain with me. The whole way. Like, she chose NPR over her tablet. She thinks that Shankar … Continue reading NPR and Dollar Margaritas
Eureka! Finally! I finally figured out just what the hell it was about something my (ex) therapist told me that made it hit me so wrong. He used to tell me that I had what he called "smart person syndrome." I went to a little rift in the space-time continuum in Scandia called the Church … Continue reading Demonizing Knowledge and a Good, Old-Fashioned Shunnin’
My dad got hold of me a couple of weeks ago, wanting to know whether I'd like his old FitBit. The button had stopped functioning, he said, and he'd replaced it before realizing that superglue and a replacement mechanism from Amazon would restore his original piece to working order. He wound up fixing the old … Continue reading Resting Heart Rate and REM
I think a lot about Jaycee Dugard. Kidnapped at 11 and held by a pedophile meth head and his wife. She had two children as a result of his constant rapes. And everyone is doe eyes over her. https://youtu.be/C520Vwryn6s To be clear, they should be. She has a really amazing outlook, is fiercely resilient, and … Continue reading Jaycee Dugard and I’m Conflicted
As I often do after hitting the magic "publish" button, I had a minor existential meltdown of shame and paranoia after posting yesterday. Especially when the content is honest and carries some depth, I tend to have blogger's regret and then spend the evening hashing over the text, nailing down minute details like word choices … Continue reading Silent Hill and Susanna Kaysen
