Ed. Note: This is a Father’s Day post only in name only. There will be no praising my father or talking about how great he is or how I wish I could hug him right now. In other words, this is not a Father’s Day post at all. I did not send my father a… Continue Reading
Just Say No
No. Can you say the word no out loud? Easy, isn’t it? No. Two letters. It’s a very useful word. I can use it in just about every capacity except one–I have a really hard time saying no to my family. Well, really, I have a hard time saying no to anyone, but especially… Continue Reading
I Can’t Fucking Say That!
I had my therapist session today. We discussed many things, but the part that really stuck out for me was this. I was talking about how I was worrying over Father’s Day. I don’t want to send my father a card, but I usually do. In addition, with my mom being here, she’ll probably want… Continue Reading
She’s Coming Undone
I am slowly coming to the realization that much of what I believe about myself and my family is, well, for a lack of a better word, shit. Let me explain (what, you thought you could stop me?). My family mythos consisted of a perfect-looking family with highly-educated immigrant parents who work their asses off… Continue Reading
Through a Looking Glass, Darkly
In the few days that my mom was home (she’s at a conference right now in CO. She’ll be back Monday), I learned some not-so-pleasant things–about myself. As most of you know, I really really really like my space. Lots of it. All around me. Most of the time. Silence, except for whatever noise I… Continue Reading
Helpful Housecleaning Hints
If you are one of those people who like to clean, then this is not the entry for you. You can just grab your Swiffer and go dust something. This entry is for those of us who LOATHE cleaning with every fiber of our being. Personally, I would rather have my eyeballs eaten by maggots… Continue Reading
Shame On You
As you may have noticed, I haven’t been blogging lately. There are many reasons for that, but the main one is because I have been retreating into myself the closer my mom’s visit approaches (Monday. Six in the morning. Brother is picking her up). It’s not that I think she will read my… Continue Reading
Or Am I Just Dreaming?
I dream. I dream a lot. I dream too much. You say there is no such thing? Au contraire, mon frere. There is. I do it. I do not like it. I would rather not dream at all. Choolie’s husband, whom I will call Kojak, is a lucid dreamer. He has been for many years.… Continue Reading
Cheap Grace*
Forgiveness is the topic of today’s entry. I wrote an earlier entry on the topic, but I want to expand on it because of something that happened at Kiki’s birthday bash last Saturday. Three women and I were standing outside smoking (standard disclaimer, I smoke when I’m with Kiki, which is maybe once a… Continue Reading
The Last Snowfall*
Sunday morning, we’re up at the break of dawn. An ungodly hour. Actually, Rose got up first because she actually had to be presentable for her job. The rest of us could just roll out of bed, throw on a t-shirt and shorts and go. We were out of the room and on the road… Continue Reading