“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air–moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh–felt as if it were being exhaled into one’s face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and
I was an incredibly stupid teenager. Monumentally stupid. But I didn’t think so at the time. I knew everything. Everything about everything. My friends and I used to joke, “Just kill me if I’m in a home or can’t wipe
Ziti is a magical thing. Ever since the Sopranos–and Carmella’s kinda-sorta priest-seducing ziti–I’ve wondered how it could be so magical. And then I tasted it. A friend whom I hadn’t seen in far too long invited us over for dinner.
I miss my Meth Mondays. If I only forgot trivial things, like the ten thousand and one weird facts or lines from movies or television shows that I carry with me on my day-to-day journeys, like a sack of
A coffee cup is a sneaky thing. It escapes my clutches, either dashing with all its caffeinated sweetness, charging the barrier that it (was?) my laptop, or disappearing from the spot I had laid it down just a moment before.
I’m not a morning person. I’ve never been a morning person. As a kid, I’d lay my sleeping bag down on the floor and go to bed fully dressed so that I’d have more time to sleep in the morning
There is something to be said for realizing I had forgotten that I have Rheumatoid Disease (Rheumatoid Arthritis). It sounds kind of crazy: I take two shots a week specifically for the disease; I walk with a cane more often
The problem with being over 40 is that I don’t know if whatever symptoms I’ve having are from a) aging b) being overweight or c) Rheumatoid Disease or d) some freaky weird thing that just happens status post 40. After
In March and April of 2015, I was referred twice to two separate rheumatologists. First, I was referred to the only one in-network, who, incidentally, didn’t have an available appointment until December. A nine month waiting period, and that was
Almost five months ago, I started de-stuff-ifying my house. What started as merely a means to declutter my house proved–and continues to prove–to be so much more. I heard something once: “Want to know what you believe? Look around you.”