Posts tagged life

Nicolas Cage thought I had rad shoes

Daily writing prompt
Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?

I’ve never really liked Nicolas Cage as an actor.

I feel like he’s over the top in most of his roles, really pushing the boundaries of acting in films, because it’s almost like you’d act on stage. He’s loud, pointed, and knows he’s a character and knows the audience knows he knows he’s a character.

Also, most of his films didn’t appeal to me “back in the day” twenty years ago when it was all Face/Off, Con Air, and City of Read the rest

down the road a piece

Two years ago, right around now, I was supposed to be going to Maine for a writer’s retreat led by my favorite living poet.

That didn’t end up happening because I didn’t find a job by then and I was rapidly running out of money. I had to take the refund when I had the chance and save all the money I would have spent on hotels and gas and food for the few days I would be there.

To say I was devastated would be putting it lightly, because this is also just after I would have been seeing … Read the rest

the relief of therapy & some thoughts on AI

I got a new therapist a few weeks ago. I think we just had our third session last night and I can already tell I am going to love working with her, because this is going to be actual work, not just a weekly scheduled bitchfest to a willing (and paid) ear.

She’s giving me skills, she’s giving me suggestions for homework, she’s giving me books to read, all of it. I am here for it.

One thing we talked about yesterday is how I just suddenly quit a few things that I’d loved doing and had been doing for … Read the rest

Last night I had a Stay Toasty by Beer’d, Bobby suggested we make s’mores in the air fryer, so we did, and then I did a lot more writing than I thought I would, which makes me very happy.

I don’t know what to do with myself.

I think that AI has officially killed regular blogs and websites like this one.

No one will ever find me here if they don’t come looking for me. No one will find something that I wrote when they search on Google, because I will never rank high enough to make it into the AI generated answers that now take up the whole top half of the page.

I don’t use social media anymore, like Facebook and Instagram, because I think they’re just toxic places I want no part in, and for a while I dabbled on Bluesky but it just … Read the rest

Twelve Thirteen Twenty-four

NOW: 12/13/24

Trump fucking won the election again, and the anger I have toward that entire situation and the people who put us into it is, um, intense.

Despite the world being a dumpster fire even more so than usual, there are still some things in my life that are going well and that I appreciate very much. 

I love my job, I am blessed and lucky to have found it, and even more so that I’ve fit in so well with the other employees and volunteers. 

The above is still true. 

December 4th was my first anniversary at my … Read the rest

our parents were lucky

Getting older, and watching my parents and grandparents age, is incredibly hard.

I’ve always been very aware of my age and the passing of time.

These days it feels like time is flying by so much faster than I want it to; I want it to slow down. I want to be able to appreciate and savor more of the good things before having to move on to the next.

Day after day, most things stay the same.

Wake up, work, dinner, whatever, sleep. Repeat four times until Saturday. Rest.

I worry every day about getting bills paid and not … Read the rest

i want to go home

About a year and a half ago my parents sold the house that I grew up in.

It wasn’t just the house that I grew up in.

It’s the house where my sister, and then many years later, my daughter, were brought home to sleep in a crib within walls that had already seen the beginnings of two other women in my family.

The house was in my family for four generations, although at one point, there was a fifth.

My childhood was spent in that little (kind of too little) Cape on a hill. I lived with my great-grandmother, … Read the rest

you can’t win if you don’t play

I’m not a lucky kind of person.

When I was younger, I used to go to Foxwoods to play BINGO quite often.

I loved the whole experience of it – waiting in line to get my cards, then going over to the two-dollar dobber store and picking out which color I wanted (usually pink or green), and then finding a place to sit in the massive room that had a haze of cigarette smoke hanging above everyone’s head.

My friend(s) and I would set up somewhere and then look around and make fun of all the people who brought entire … Read the rest