The Pressure of Writing for an Audience…

I need to hurry up and write something and post it before I start to get my second wind and end up not going to bed until after 11:00 like last night. Aging bodies need more sleep, I am discovering (and lamenting). But hey! Exciting evening. Dragged empty garbage can from the curb and toted…

Cancel Everything

Earbuds–regardless of their style or size–have always hurt my ears when I wear them. That’s why I bought a pair of over-the-ear noise-cancelling headphones to have with me on the plane when I was flying out to Denver back in May. I love them so much. But I’ve noticed lately that sometimes I put them…

Yes, I Just Said, “Oh Shit!” to an Empty Room

In my previous blog post, I laughed out loud and then wrote, “Hahaha!” in the post to add “life” to it. While skimming lots of RSS feeds (because old people still use RSS feeds, don’t you know) this evening, I read one headline: “Oh yes, Fleabag’s Hot Priest is your new Tom Ripley” and immediately…

Not Wanting to Be Wanted

What a blessing to reach a point in life where you no longer desire. When you’re young, the absence of desire always seems the most horrifying possibility, the most terrifying specter beckoning you toward the future. But it’s not any of those things. It simply is not. There is no there there. There’s no void;…

Not a Review: Once Upon a Time…In Hollywood

Usually when I use the words “Not a Review” in a post title, the post is about a movie I have actually seen. If this post is a review of anything, it’s a review of Mr. Barlow’s blog post about the movieĀ Once Upon a Time…In Hollywood, a movie I have not seen yet but most…