I realize a middle class white girl talking about privilege can go really, really wrong. I’m hoping that isn’t the case here. Quite frankly, I’m terrified of making an ass of myself. Which is why I’ve said nothing for a long time. Which is actually (heh) pretty privileged of me. I can afford to sit … [Read more…]
My grandmother used to tell me a a story about how Uncle Stan sent her 110 red roses on her 50th birthday and a card saying he hoped she lived to 110 (she made it to 95, so, not bad). She would show me the card, even. And then she would ask me what happened. … [Read more…]
I’ve been working at this place since October. I moved to this place. In large part because of this:Ragnar and The New Backyard. I’ve become obsessed with setting up my place. Which means that Apartment Therapy has become my porn. We’ve been doing a narrative sprint at work for the last week… two weeks? Time … [Read more…]
I’d say this is maybe 1/4 finished. Glasses are hard. As are noses.
Cubby Selby used to say that the reason cliches exist is because they’re often true. I think, maybe, we’ve learned that cliche = turn your brain off. They say before you can love anyone else, you first need to love yourself. Which has always struck me as ridiculous. You can love someone else with a desperate ferocity … [Read more…]
What do you see in the expression? I know what I see, but no one else seems to see the same thing I do…
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