Have you ever stumbled across something that wasn't meant for your eyes, and read it anyhow, even though every word felt like the end of your heart? 

And it's Friday.  I wasn't entirely convinced I'd make it, but here we are.  What's on tap for the weekend, folks?

I feel like I should make some sort of effort to write somewhere.  I HAVE been doing sporadic record reviews on my friend's site, which are just as cranky and anti-new music as you might expect.   I every once in a while consider reviving bobofett, but honestly, I don't remember how any of that process goes and now it's like a million years later, ( Read more... )

I straight up forgot about writing here.  Or anywhere, for that matter.  Long time no talk to.  What's new with all of you?

It's nearly impossible for me to believe that it's been a year, to the day, that my grandmother died.  This week has been poingnant with remembering.  The call we got that night from my mother, rushing to the hospital, the three sleepless days and nights.  Watching her slip from lucid to gone, as the brain bleed progressed.  Sitting around her bed ( Read more... )

ANIMALS ( Read more... )

It's funny, I go from being very calm and gathered about my grandmother dying to being not at all gathered.  It's stupid little things that set me off, like yesterday, when I realized that Saturday is the Kentucky Derby.  Because she's not around, I had no idea!  For the first time in my life, I didn't know ( Read more... )

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1.)  This morning, as  I stopped to get coffee I noticed that a smallish black bird was trapped inside an empty storefront.  It was panicked.  I sat in my car for a few minutes trying to figure out a way to get it out.  Why can't they ever get out the way they go in?   I thought about that poor bird on and off all day and it made me terribly sad ( Read more... )

So once, about a million years ago, I was at Planned Parenthood in Manhattan with my then- best friend who'd gotten accidentally pregnant.  Someone had to sit and wait for/with her during the whole abortion proceeding, and I was that someone.  As I sat there (smugly) aware that I had my period, an elegant looking, youngish middle aged woman swept ( Read more... )