Happy Sunday! I hope your Sunday is lights in trees. Hiya Reader! Sometimes I experience anxiety. This in itself isn’t such a big deal; I’ve suffered from it on and off for years, and I’ve gotten good at managing it. The real problem is that over the past couple of years it’s interfered with my reading. And tv and movie watching, if I’m being honest. Anxiety is messing not only with my life, but with my entertainment, and I am not, in modern parlance, here for it. This is what happens: I pick...
3 months ago • 4 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your Sunday is the whisper of wet tires on pavement. Hiya Reader! Okay, I know "it could be worse" is not really what anyone wants to hear, but let me explain! I mean this less as, “Get out the lifejackets, this ship is going down!” and more, “We don't know the whole story yet.” I’ve said it before, but apparently I think it needs repeating. We tend to think that if we don’t like an outcome, then the other (maybe any other) outcome would have been better. And while I can...
5 months ago • 4 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your Sunday is crunchy leaves and cider donuts. Hiya Reader! The Democrats did it. I supported them, and they came for me. I don’t mind the emails; emails I can manage. It was the texts. The unending messages presaging doom and begging, ON THEIR KNEES, for just one more donation. Except that it’s never just one more donation, it’s ten more, one hundred more, one thousand requests with a 600x match! I don’t regret sending money to Democrats, but I sure regret letting them...
5 months ago • 3 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your Sunday is an honest-to-God letter from a friend. Written on paper. Delivered to your door by someone in a blue uniform. Hiya Reader! This past summer was basically one big wasted opportunity. I had a Grown Up Summer™, by which I mean I didn’t do anything fun. There’s a moment we experience in our late teens/early twenties, when we realize that summer is not an automatic vacation. We’re expected to work right through blue skies, rising temperatures, and the suspicion...
6 months ago • 4 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your Sunday is clouds in your coffee. Hiya Reader! I read a lot of books. Like, an embarrassing number. Clearly anyone with a reasonable social life would not have time to devour so much literature. But there it is. Since the advent of the audio-book-via-smartphone, people read to me while I’m driving, folding laundry, working in the garden, making breakfast - all the damn time. In fact, I read so much that I’m now being strict with myself about NO BOOK TIME. Because you...
7 months ago • 4 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your Sunday is like opening your favorite book for the very first time. Hiya Reader! It has lately come to my attention that people track other people’s whereabouts via phone. Not that I’ve never heard of this, or wasn’t aware of the technology; it just didn’t ever occur to me to track anyone’s movements and thus it came as a surprise that other people do. If you and your adult partner are part of this cohort I guess I get it. I guess? But I absolutely don’t have to get...
7 months ago • 4 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your day is a 50-acre field of dahlias. Hiya Reader! So JD Vance made this comment about Simone Biles being a quitter (this is back in 2021), and described how our “therapeutic society” was leading us to champion weakness. And possibly nothing describes the differences between me and the wannabe VP more than this: I’d give my left arm to live in a therapeutic society! One of the things Gen Z gets dragged for is that they’re kind of obsessed with their mental health. But...
8 months ago • 3 min read
Happy Sunday! I hope your day is like seeing the full moon rise over the desert on a much-anticipated road trip. Hiya Reader! I’m very prone to ear worms. I won’t let you in on the two that are tormenting me most these days, because I’m not cruel like that. I’ll just say they’re from my daughter’s incredibly comprehensive 70’s playlist - check it out if you’re feeling nostalgic. There’s one line that keeps popping into my head, mostly because it’s so germane to my life: I wish that I knew...
9 months ago • 3 min read
Happy Sunday! Hope your Sunday is fresh berries and whipped cream. Hiya Reader! I was in conversation with my tattoo artist the other day when the topic of favored children came up. We’re both the youngest in our families, which we agreed is kind of a terrific spot when it comes to feeling loved. I know, I know. #notallyoungests But every child who has a subsequent sibling must have suffered that feeling of being replaced. My own oldest walked into the delivery room with arms outstretched,...
9 months ago • 4 min read