My default in life is to stay at home. This lifestyle works perfectly with my depression and social anxiety. So you would think this whole “shelter in place” thing would be right up my alley. I’m fine when I’m choosing to stay at home – but tell me I HAVE to stay at home ……

Some of the studies I see are just so fucking obvious, I have to wonder why did we need a study about this? There’s this one: Appearance-related teasing and substance use during early adolescence. https://psycnet.apa.org/record/2020-08995-001 Can you guess what they found? Come on.  You know the answer to this one. There is an association between…

When I was living in Los Angeles, I used to walk to and from work.  Saved me the monthly bus pass and it was enjoyable and good for me. (Those were the days I enjoyed walking.  Those days are long gone.) Being a woman, albeit a fat woman, I would get hit on from time…

I have been meaning to try out a new recipe for cooking a brisket in the crockpot. Full disclosure, my Lucky Supermarket does not carry anything as exotic as a brisket, so I opted for a rib roast of the same weight called for in the recipe. The recipe calls for the brisket to cook…

Theater folk are often reminded, “The show must go on.” But sometimes, that just isn’t true. God (that I don’t believe in) knows, theater people will do all they possibly can so that the show goes on, but sometimes, you just run into a brick wall, and there’s no getting around it. Of the years…

As you all social distance (what I call living my best life), you have lots of time to catch up on your small screen watching. Since we work from home, COVID-19 hasn’t cramped our style (or lack thereof) much at all. I did cancel my teeth cleaning appointment. I just didn’t think it was a…

I know, for myself, sometimes, I just get down on myself for being fat. Most of the time, I accept myself and love who I am. Even in the face of all the fatphobia, fat discrimination, and anti-fat rhetoric out there. But you know, we all have those days when it all gets to you.…

My parents divorced when I was around 6 years old. I don’t remember problems between them, but my sister, who is 5 years older than me, says they fought – a lot. My Dad was a free-wheeling, fun-loving kind of guy, who would play hide and seek with us and the neighbor kids; take me…

First, before anyone gets their panties in a twist, this is not about politics.  This is about our government as a whole. The news keeps telling us that we are in the middle of a pandemic because of COVID-19. Okay. But what I am also seeing is the inability (at least in the US) for…

I am inspired by the writings of my friend (A Good Reed Review), to write a post on being a member of the pit orchestra. I play (or at least, used to play) the French horn. During my life, I periodically stop playing and then pick it up again. And during my life, I have,…