Isn’t it nice to see people in person?
Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness by William Styron, published 1990. Read it around 1994 or 1995. Picked it up at the library. Made an impression. I will have to read it again. All I can remember is really relating to it. I remember his phrase “autumnal plunge”.
I had a premonition that the Marty’s Silver Dollar beer mug would be broken. It was. Just a couple days later. Today, broken. My son’s favorite glass, from one of my grandparents’ kitchens. Busted.
My son has moved on, it seems. I’m melancholy.
Long nights, short days.
My Thursday work days have been all messed up since Thanksgiving.
Artist: DJ Shadow. Album: Endtroducing….. Year: 1996.
Some nostalgia. Some heavy nostalgia. I mean, heavy. Melancholy.
Yesterday. My word. Yesterday was a day. After it was nearly all over, Jared and I drove out to pick up Beren, and I asked, “Was it just me? Or, was today crap?”
“Well,” he answered. “About seventy percent of the things we tried turned out badly.”
That’s a good batting average, but a crap day.
Quickie, shortie. That’s how I refer to… writing a short blog post. Like this one.
I am a cubicle worker. Maybe less than a cubicle worker. I have about, shoot, ask my husband, he does all the measuring especially once we get into the square and cubic measurements, but he’s not home… so, I got about this…Read More
During the Tangentially Speaking podcast, Dr. Wallace "J" Nichols tells Chris Ryan about his daughter. He says that when his daughter menstruated he and his wife took this a good sign of her body’s wellness. Presumably, his daughter has health challenges. This part of the conversation stuck with me.Read More
All practices reach highs and plateaus. Movement practices, creative practices, and relationships, too. We sometimes refer to the ups and downs like economic phenomenon — the stock market. There are catch phrases that communicate succinctly: growth, boom, mania, honeymooon… then, writer’s block, slump, and dump.Read More
How did I survive all this - being suddenly ill in my early twenties?
People like my family and friends, particularly my immediate family who navigated the transitiions and paperwork, and also my bandmates, roommates, and handful of tight friends.
Photography, particularly the self expression it allowed.
And, music, particularly making music. The self expression, the pull to perform, and go go go.
I stumbled to the first seat I could reach as the driver took off. I sat exactly across from two college boys. Typically college boys. Hey, typical college boys, you were not too nice to a girl in black with a puffy, broken out steroid face and cane.Read More
My bandmate leaned in and whispered, “You know, they are calling you ‘the hot chic with the cane’”. He was referring to the members of a Midwestern noise band on the bill we were also playing. My mouth twisted. “Oh,” I said. I thought, “Ugh!” and “Great!” simultaneously.Read More
I noticed I was faltering on writing about my illness. I took yesterday off from writing. In the morning, Jared and I saw financial professionals - friends - who were willing to talk shop with us. Afterwards, we picked up our son and celebrated a family member’s birthday well into the night. We returned to a chilly house, tired and stuffed with food. Bed called, not writing.Read More