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Category Archives: Narrative

I’m sorry, Dad.

02-Jun-10

Really, I’m going to call you soon. (Yes, I said that four days ago. Hell, I meant it! And I mean it now, too. Anyway.) Failing that, I will email. Or send smoke signals, which, as you note in the above-embedded voice mail, is one of many communication possibilities. I’m not dragging my feet to [...]

It’s as if Easter were meant to be an occasion of renewal

04-Apr-10

I remember Easter of last year as if it happened last week, because I never really left that moment; its impact at the time, while clearly enormous, has since been impossible for me to articulate.  Before I explain what happened last Easter at the Richmond Friends Meetinghouse, a bit of background: I’d been there before, [...]

Because Googling lyrics is cheaper than therapy

21-Feb-09

Some time ago, I tweeted, “I really need to find a way to sort out which of the voices in my head I should be listening to, and which I should ignore.” Lest anyone imagine I was joking, I present the following, composed, yes, entirely on my blackberry this morning (with a few edits/link and [...]

Seven things about two brands of whiskey I’d just as soon never drink, and why

12-Jan-09

(But First, A Ridiculous Preamble) Tonight I was reading one dude’s entertaining post in response to a “Seven Things No One Knows About You” meme. This led me to recall the fact that a number of perfectly lovely people have “tagged” me with such memes in the past. However, because I am a surly and [...]

Houston, we have a synopsis!

03-Nov-08

In case you don’t hear much from me over the next month, the reason – I mean, besides “the election, my children, and drowning in bills” – is as follows (as previously announced here). Word count shown here reflects only my first two days’ work, still quite short of the ideal average of 1,667 words [...]

National Novel Writing Month

01-Nov-08

This time last year, I gave up meat. (Although there were two instances in which I broke down and had clam chowder, one moment when I accidentally had some vegetable dip I didn’t realize was clam-based, and then, after one particularly stressful day when it seemed that all was lost, I numbly chewed through one [...]

Catharsis-seeking-after-trauma: Lather, rinse, repeat.

21-Oct-08

While avoiding packing for my trip to Greensboro tomorrow (though – crap – it’s now 4:11 AM, so let’s call it “today”), I ended up watching a movie called Heaven which I found interesting enough to look up on IMDB, leading me to a distracted series of link-clicks until I ended up at a completely [...]

Oh yeah, I have a blog.

19-Oct-08

In the middle ground between tweeting and blogging, there is, apparently, tumblr-ing – so in case people had wondered whether I still formed thoughts outside 140 character increments and the occasional hellishly long post here, this is where I’m doing that. It’s nothing much, but it’s more than nothing. If I were a smart girl, [...]

I had also considered “Scotch and Prune Juice”

14-Sep-08

So I’ve changed my blog title from Square One (which had only been intended as a placeholder anyway, after my blog-nukage back in April) back to one I used for a while in 2006, Southern Discomfort. I guess it’s the only title I ever truly loved, so there you go. At the time, I explained [...]

Happy 74th Birthday to Kate Millett

14-Sep-08

I have a brief post on my Tumblelog in honor of Kate Millett, an imperfect and, in many circles, all but forgotten feminist revolutionary here. Here, also, is a photo of me with Kate in 1992: There’ll come a time when I’m ready to write much more about her. For now, suffice it to say [...]