On Dinner

As I child, I was told with great frequency — perhaps not every time we ate chicken, but surely every other time — that my great grandfather could get a…

Pills

What a lay me down this is with two pink, two orange, two green, two white goodnights. Fee-fi-fo-fum — Now I’m borrowed. Now I’m numb. –Anne Sexton, “The Addict” I…

On Stage

The first week of my five days a week blogging and exercising plan found me exercising four days and blogging four days, or five days, if you count a short…

In Which I Offer Excuses

Greg and I have been discussing themes for Thursdays and Fridays, and we still welcome your suggestions. I don’t actually have themes for my days at the moment, but I…

Born Overthinking

My good friend Greg (whose blog you should all read) decided to start posting five times a week, and for reasons that are not entirely clear to me, I decided…

For Lent

I always used to tell people — usually even if they didn’t ask, and mostly they didn’t — that I was giving up watermelon for Lent. I said this in…