I often dream in stories; and sometimes those dreams stay with me. I found that MSG triggers very vivid dreams. Last night, I had a doozy. I was living at “home” – my sister and my mother were there – both upstairs – so I’m thinking this was the Midland Street house – although parts…
That’s the title of the book – but the title of this blog post should be a minute to 2 a.m. because that’s when I finally shut down the computer to go to bed and suddenly remembered I hadn’t done a blog post for Tuesday; and quite honestly, I decided, fuck it, it’ll just have…
During my misspent youth, I seem to remember having energy to do everything I wanted and didn’t want to do. Where does that wellspring of energy go as we age? Last night (or I guess, more accurately, this morning), I went to bed around 1:30 a.m. – and I wasn’t a bit sleepy. I know…
Okay. First, you need to understand that when there is litigation there is “discovery”. Generally, discovery consists of sending a list of questions or requests to the other side asking them to respond (which they are required to do by law, within reason). The requests and questions are in writing and the response needs to…
I love rehearsing. And yet, if somebody asks me, “Should we do it again, or are we good?”, I am the first one to say, “I’m good.” It’s a puzzlement. I am, if nothing, contrary. This weekend, for the first time in literally years, I had rehearsal. I had rehearsal for a show that was…
I feel like it’s all happening again. Shows are closing down; restaurants are emptying; everyone is slightly on edge. Fucking Covid. Fucking Omicron. I know this is what viruses do. They mutate in order to do what they do better and better. But I’m so tired of it all. Every tickle in my throat starts…
This is one of my favorite and most comforting sayings. No matter how shitty things are, it won’t last. Time keeps marching on. Someday, you’ll look in your rearview mirror and see this receding in the distance (and for me, at least, receding from my memory – because, well, we all know about my fat…
Getting a Head. Yup, that’s what I just read. And it’s exactly the pun you think it is. Despite the bad pun title, the book wasn’t half bad; despite having a very unlikable lead character – who can see and talk with ghosts and has a vampire roommate. While the ghost part was a big…
Our orange tabby, Murphy, likes to lick the hair off of his belly (and now his inner back legs). I don’t mean the hair is a little thinner there – I’m talking bare as a baby’s butt hairless. I asked the vet about it and she didn’t have a diagnosis because many things can cause…
Remember Mochi? My fluffy little ball of fuck-you? Because she was blind and had a penchant for peeing and pooping wherever the mood struck her, I created “Mochi-land” in our den, covering large areas with pee pads. Worked great. Fast forward to the reign of Berta. Berta has diabetes and that can make a cat…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 