I’ve written about this before, but I think it bears repeating from time to time. One of the banes of being fat is trying to find out what fucking size you wear. The best advice I can give you is – take your measurements (or even better have someone else do it for you) –…

When he was little, my (little) brother Chick could not (or would not) say cucumber. He pronounced it cumbugger. I must clarify – that is pronounced “cūm-bugger” not “cŭm-bugger” (which is, admittedly hilarious – but not, in this instance, accurate). It was funny (to me) then. It is still funny (to me) now. So if…

I got a message alert from my HMO (Kaiser) today. My immediate reaction is WTF now? You know it’s not going to be something to put a smile on my face. So I go to the website, login and see WTF they want now. Turns out they want a lot. First, they say it’s a…

I know this is supposed to be Theater Tuesday – but with the current lack of theater going on, sometimes, I just need a break and want to write about something that is happening. Like, what am I watching? And what have I watched. Watching – The stuff I watch with my husband is not…

I distinctly remember there being such a thing as creamy Italian dressing. I never bought it because I don’t much regular Italian dressing. I have, however, bought regular Italian dressing from time to time because if you put a bottle of it over (and into) a chicken and bake it (or cook in the crock…

  I recently read How to Be an Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi. It took me awhile because there is so much in this book that I wanted to absorb. Part of what I want to understand is the racist that lives in me (one of the premises of the book is we all have…

My high school was a new high school.  My sister (who is five years older than me) was in its first graduating class. So we also had a lot of younger teachers.  They were good teachers – just young. And as we got older, some of us students even became friends with those teachers –…

In this case “WTF” stands for Who the Fuck (is) … One of my Fat Old Lady followers let me know someone on FaceBook, using the name Doris Lipscomb, was using my photo! Weird, right? NO! This person (if it is a living person and not a bot) is spewing the must hateful shit and…

Last night I had a variation on a theme, recurrent nightmare. I am in a show.  I arrive late.  My costumes are nowhere to be found.  I can’t remember how long before I have to go on, so I don’t know if I have time to go to where wardrobe is stored to get my…

When my husband’s sister Elise became very ill, I went to New Jersey for a couple of months or so to deal with it.  (Bill is not great with medical stuff and his other sister had been dealing with everything for a long time – so I felt, I was the logical choice to step…