Tag Archives: writing

This afternoon I took my son out for ice cream at Dairy Queen. One of the few ‘bonding‘ activities a fourteen year old boy wants to do with his mom. He got chocolate. I got vanilla. It was delicious.   … Continue reading →

ugh  /əɡ/ exclamation (informal) 1. used to express disgust or horror. That’s about right. Maybe I should wait for W to write about writing, but I’m not waiting. This really isn’t about writing anyway. It’s about frustration… and, of course, … Continue reading →

Trader Joe’s is my favorite place to shop. I love the whole vibe there. The look, the mood, the employees. [I also love Target which, coincidentally, also starts with T. Weird.] One day, at Trader Joe’s, an employee saw me … Continue reading →

Do I really have a soulmate? And if I do, how the fuck am I supposed to find him? Am I someone who doesn’t have a soulmate? Or will never find him even if he is out there? Could he … Continue reading →

Do people think romance means flowers and chocolates and diamonds and ‘He went to Jared‘ and ‘Every kiss begins with Kay‘? [Those commercials are gross, by the way.] I think that version of romance is as phony and meaningless as … Continue reading →

I question everything. Every single decision I make. And it’s not just big decisions… it’s every little thing. Shopping is the worst. I spend forever questioning whether or not to buy things. I have stared at a shirt (or maybe … Continue reading →

I was going to write about my ongoing back pain, but I decided that I didn’t really want to. I mean, I’m always ‘just thinking‘ about it because it always hurts. But fuck that. I got a new phone about … Continue reading →

Not sure if I should post this. But I’m going to trust that you are mature enough to be civil in the comments even if you disagree. Everyone has a right to their opinion. You have yours. I have mine. … Continue reading →