Some people stay in their houses during COVID and some people buy whole new houses to stay in.

We’ve been busy these last months; a lot of things have happened. We’ve also been not at all busy and doing our part by sheltering in place. The three of us have looked at one another quite a bit in the past four months. If I was a person who draws, I have no doubt that I could easily draw my husband and the boy, and probably the fat ass cats, too. I am not such a person, but you catch my drift. We’re always together. And we’d probably be utterly sick of one another if we didn’t have an epic backlog of TV shows and YouTube videos with which to occupy ourselves. Continue reading “Some people stay in their houses during COVID and some people buy whole new houses to stay in.”


That was the thing about the world: it wasn’t that things were harder than you thought they were going to be, it was that they were hard in ways that you didn’t expect. ~Lev Grossman, The Magician King

I was never a person who had a lot of friends. I liked a lot of people, and I was heartily amused by even more than that, but at the end of the day, there were honestly very few people who–at any given moment–I would call just to chat or turn to with a problem. Strangely enough, high school was probably the high water mark for my friendship roster; I had a couple of best friends (and their families), a boyfriend, and several band, chorus, and theatre friends to boot. Continue reading “Expected*”


More than a decade ago now, I lived for a year in Las Vegas. I hated everything about it. To this day, if anyone asks me about Vegas, I’ll tell them: “it’s great for a weekend, but anything beyond that, and you’ll start to feel your soul seeping out of your pores and dissolving like sweat.” There was no naturally occurring grass. There were no real trees. Almost every person in Vegas is a transplant from somewhere else, and Continue reading “[Un]packed*”