Breakout, Swing Out Sister, It’s Better to Travel Circa 1997 (Maybe ’96? I was probably living with him, but I can’t remember for sure), we were in the Toluca Lake apartment, listening to music, when this song starts to fill the room. (Was he playing the cassette that would later play regularly in our kitchen… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8.1: Breakout
A Dirt Fam member inspired me to do something different this Season. Heck, I didn’t even write about last season. Guess therapy was an adequate substitute. 🙂 This year, I have chosen 14 songs that I associate with Kevin. This year I’ll write a little about them. It was hard to narrow it down–even now… Continue reading Widowhood Season 8: 14 Songs
Title courtesy of Kevin Gilbert Yet another whole year that (my, as opposed to the quote source) Kevin’s not been alive. The last full year he was alive was 10 years ago. It’s been 8.5 years since he died. Sweetie was right–you don’t get over it, you just get used to it. Life reminds me… Continue reading Is this the winter of our discontent, or just an early frost? (Freewriting)
(but didn’t she choose #8 in the end?) Alrighty, November turned out to be quite interesting. In a good way. Last week, I left the job that prompted my move back home nearly 4 years ago. Happily, my pay rose $10 an hour during that time and the benefits have been very affordable and helpful.… Continue reading Mostly Narrative Freewriting #12-Looks-Just-Like-You
The best way to enjoy this event is to remember that your physical, mental, and emotional comfort is your responsibility. This is a grown-up event. Act like an adult, allow other people to act like decent adults, and you’ll have a great time!
(Of COURSE as soon as I type a reference to Sammy Davis Jr do I get Michael Jackson’s “You Can’t Win” from The Wiz.) I think I should dig up the original Ocean’s Eleven and watch it soon. I love that movie. Work’s been quite busy, but mostly for good reasons. So HERE is the… Continue reading Mostly Narrative Freewriting #EO-Eleven…
“How was your night, Daphne?” “I got a little piece of my soul back.” Just saw the Genesis tribute band perform “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway,” pretty much the way Genesis did when I was a baby. I had such a wonderful time, and it was very healing for me. I felt like I… Continue reading Giving the Past a Slip
(By that I mean, I’m writing in a Starbucks. Though I’m not drinking coffee and I’m using my own internet. So why am I here? It’s right near a dispensary/dab bar, so I didn’t have to think about driving until after the dab wears off. DUI’s are something to avoid) Had a nice little moment… Continue reading Normie Mode: On
On the way to work in a Lyft. Miata will shift again and until then Sweetie and I share my electric one. Gotta get used to driving it. Dear God means more to me now than as a kid. I guess because I know it’s true. Sigh, Water Tiger again. Makes me miss him so… Continue reading Mobile Blog whatever
A mistake on my part turned into an opportunity to provide documentation showing my old boss is not ok. Of course, it happened because she triggered the fuck outta me by pretty much duplicating the kind of email tantrum Kevin used to have. (Y’all who exchanged emails with him know what I mean.) I was… Continue reading Mobile Microblog #3