I’m currently…   Listening to acoustic covers on Spotify. Loving the rice my husband just made. Each grain was perfect! Drinking not enough water. Thinking about having to leave in a few minutes to buy flowers and then take an Uber to a place kinda far so I can see two of my students in a community theatre production … Continue reading Currently… →

I am JOMO. Ok, that is grammatically incorrect (JOMO is a noun), but it feels so much like my experience that it's hard not to fully embrace it. I've only just learned about JOMO, and hearing about it felt like, "There is is! I've been waiting for this!" I will explain JOMO. FOMO or Fear of … Continue reading JOMO →

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Clementine, Oh how long you've been neglected, dreadful sorry Clementine. I first saw you, in the Anspach, and I knew you would be mine, Though you cost a pretty penny, you were worth it, Clementine. How you gleamed there, in the window, with a sunburst you … Continue reading Clementine →

Hanging on the blue wall, in a translucent frame that exposes the withered edge of the paper, is an etching. A genuine "come up and see my etchings" kind of etching; a bygone style, rarely recognised, unfamiliar, barely worthy of nostalgia. The mood of the piece is gloomy, oppressive. The heavy shadow of trees obscures … Continue reading The Throwback →

On Monday my Drama class was cancelled at the last minute. The Middle School Drama class had an urgent need to use our rehearsal space. On the previous Friday they skipped school with their Drama teacher CR and went to the Climate Strike. After the protest, they returned to the school and spent 48 hours … Continue reading Compounding Rate of Interest →

Night. 11:45. The pillow is just not good enough. My neck aches, shooting pain to my temple and down across my shoulder, racing down my arm into my fingers. 12:30. The comforter is too hot, too heavy, oppressive. I whip it off for the relief of cool night air. A welcome breeze from the open … Continue reading The cycle →

This post is a direct rip-off of Elizabeth Ellington's post from today at the Dirigible Plum. In the post she uses the NYT By the Book interview format to interview herself. I love this idea because I love learning about what other people are reading; it is a socially acceptable form of voyeurism. What books are … Continue reading By the Book →

More than a dozen years ago I was dating a man who considered himself a poet and a novelist. One day I went for dinner at his house. "Did you just move in?" I asked "Several months ago," replied Poet. "Oh," I said, looking around me. On an uncluttered shelf I noticed a single, slim … Continue reading Good Lookin’ →

"Let me guess," I said to my husband, "It's a young white man." "Yep." he dolefully responded. I didn't think about it for the rest of the day. I didn't have to. It was worlds away and didn't really worry or particularly impact me. Over dinner, I watched the news. New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda … Continue reading “They are us” →