I am behind on a handful of Middle Notes and countless quick dip writes. I could blame it on grief. In eight months I’ve mourned my father, an aunt, and in this past week my beloved grandmother. Planning funerals and wrapping up the details of a life are exhausting and Read more…
I went to see the film Holy Motors last night. Wow. I hadn’t read any reviews because I didn’t want other people’s impressions to color my experience. I do know that it made a ton of top ten lists and is lauded all over the globe. But “Wow” is my Read more…
The Golden Globes are this Sunday and Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are hosting. That should be fun – as far as awards shows go. I have a love/hate relationship with them. They’re broad and far-reaching, and generally miss the mark when tallying the “Best” of whatever they’re awarding. There Read more…
A Hologram for the King by Dave Eggers Ah, the first Monday of a brand new year. So sparkly and shiny and perfect I don’t want to sully it. Just like putting the first mark in a new notebook, I dread the first mistake. But the page can’t stay blank forever. Read more…
It’s no secret I wasn’t a fan of 2012. On New Year’s Eve I spend the morning reflecting on the challenges of the past year. I recognize that I spent much of it struggling to not be consumed by The Dark Cloud. My Facebook feed is full of gratitude for Read more…
I’m always trying to figure shit out. I’m the kid always asking “why?” “Why is this happening? Again.” A variation on the ‘why?’ is the ‘how’, as in ‘how’ is everything connected? And I do believe it is all connected; that we are all connected by varying degrees, and of Read more…
“Thanks Immobility” I said, and I meant it from the bottom of my heart. It’s a horrible name for a human being, but thankfully I’m talking about a situation. For a few days I have been unable to use my left arm although the problem is actually rooted in my Read more…
Yesterday I went to Princess Margaret Hospital for another round of indigni-titties. Mammograms are awful and doubly so when they are repeated within weeks. “Only a man would have invented them,” the woman ahead of me griped. I’ve heard this before and I get the logic, but I’ve seen women be Read more…