This post might throw you for a loop; read my posts from winter 2011 if it does. One of my uncles, the one who will never change, the one born with fetal alcohol syndrome (which wasn't exactly recognized in 1965 – look at me, making excuses!), the one the same age as my oldest cousin … Continue reading Next?
It's surprising how little there is to watch on TV on a Friday night. We stopped subscribing to the premium movie channels in favor of Netflix streaming through the Wii, which lately has not been working well (or really, at all). So last night, I was back to my old entertaining favorites: channels without commercials … Continue reading #TheGoldenStallion
First there was roller derby and then came the new job: two of the biggest changes in my life since 2009, the year I went back into therapy & back on meds for depression. Well, one of those new things turned out to be not quite what I hoped for and instead of sucking it … Continue reading Going my own way, again
Trying to come up with a roller derby name is hard. I'm not even sure sometimes if I'm really a derby girl/chick: am I fierce enough? Ten years ago: yes. Twenty years ago: definitely yes. So I'm going back to some of the music I listened to (and have continued to listen to all this … Continue reading Roller Girl?
You've lost an hour to daylight savings; make it up to yourself by listening to This American Life episode #425: Slow to React. I've been listening to TAL since we lived in Chicagoland (2000-2002) and WBEZ was my local NPR station. Since I seem to be busy when WAMU broadcasts it locally in the DC … Continue reading Lost Hours
It doesn’t help me to know that I am not alone, at least not while writing. You’ve heard this story before: bored suburban mother/wife goes crazy while navel gazing, kid with (partially) crappy childhood pulls herself up and triumphs despite it all, brave woman tells the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth … Continue reading Ramblings, Grandma K., Senior Year
Just before my 17th birthday, at the end of April of my junior year of high school, I moved out on my own, which consisted mainly of moving my things from Aunt Freda’s house into the manager’s quarters of the Braeside, the motel I worked at, with Cheryl, my alcoholic co-worker, and her 9 year-old. … Continue reading On My Own
Dear Jacey, Lily, and Moose,I know we’ve had this conversation before and it’s obvious to me that you did not absorb the information I have attempted to communicate in the past. First of all, please learn English, learn how to read, and get a device that will connect to the web to read this post. … Continue reading Dear Dogs
My apologies if this post seems disjointed and confessional – I’ve had a hard time trying to decide what to write about next. Chronologically, I left off glossing over my junior year of high school. I said “I went inward and created a pretty believable facade,” which is true, but isn’t the whole truth. I … Continue reading Rebellion
My Dad sent me a copy of the January, 1999 Rehoboth Reporter because an article about the Kinne family farm is in it. I scanned it in along with the pictures included below and on flickr. I should get permission before transcribing and confirm my suspicion that the author is the son of my grandparents’ … Continue reading The Farm in Rehoboth