Mick won’t be here for my birthday this year - he’ll be in California for his low residency MFA program. I like to tease him about missing my birthday, a high holy day of the year. In truth, I’m so proud of him for doing this program - I’m just a little envious he is going without me ( Read more... )

I got away from posting on here - the phone app I was using became untenable. I used to write blogs at my old job, email them to myself, then update from the phone app. It was unnecessarily complicated but I stuck with it, albeit irregularly.

So! Since the last entry?

*Diagnosed with diabetes.

*Downsized from the job that I rarely mentioned on here ( Read more... )

A couple of nights ago, I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard raised voices upstairs. It was about a quarter til midnight. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Stella and Will were each talking in really strident tones. It made me sad to hear - they've been getting along so well, and I couldn't imagine what sparked it. I squeezed ( Read more... )

My birthday is Friday - I’ve been told in the past that I have a Napoleon complex where my birthday is concerned. I embrace that - I took the day off work, confirmed MONTHS ago that the late night laser light show at the local planetarium would indeed be “Dark Side of the Moon”, and have vigorously researched the rock quarry where I plan to go sun ( Read more... )

I think it was three years ago, I made a resolution:
I want to get paid for storytelling.

I've finally achieved that goal. Earlier this month, my husband Mick & I co-taught a class on how to craft a five minute story for a slam competition. Last night, I recorded a story for Kentucky Homefront that'll later be broadcast on local public radio. I ( Read more... )

And after the gloating and the victory laps yesterday from the right-leaning folks, after my left-leaning friends are diving for bottles of booze and bottles of pills to soothe the pain, we are still left with the truth that our country spoke up and we elected Trump ( Read more... )

I hadn't planned on doing homeless outreach Sunday night after my late Saturday night. After a couple of hours relaxing Sunday morning, I felt human again so I signed up to drive later that night. I made a note to clarify that Mick was out of town, I'd need someone to ride with me ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, we spend Derby Day planting. We didn't live on a farm or anything - my parents would plant fresh flowers for the spring, and we kept a small garden. However, since they were both school teachers, it always fell on a long holiday. On the Friday before the Kentucky Derby, Jefferson County Public Schools are closed. Mom explained ( Read more... )

Tuesday evening, the kids drove over to our house to meet us. Will’s car rides so low, he gets stuck on speed bumps. There are two sizable bumps leading to Mom & Dad’s house in their subdivision. I baked a pork loin for dinner - simple, cover in olive oil, then a mixture of salt, papper, garlic, smoked paprika, dry mustard & rosemary. Stella ( Read more... )

On Sunday nights, Mick & I do homeless outreach. We were on our regular route and met a group of men in a McDonald's parking lot. One of them smiled and told he I looked like that girl on television. The others all start nodding and agreeing - yeah! She looks just like that girl! The one from Kentucky! The one who wouldn't give out marriage ( Read more... )