Perhaps I read too much when I was little. Or saw too many movies with voiceover narration. I'm not sure how it happened. [Narrator: She is. She's just not telling you.] But at a very young age some part of my mind decided the best way to prepare for a challenge, an adventure, or even … Continue reading the narrator…
At the beginning of the winter when I went through my drawers I realized that I really only had a few comfortable casual long sleeved black shirts. Which is to say I realized I only had a few long sleeved shirts because most of my shirts are black. I mean I have things with polkadots … Continue reading welcome back old cami…
I would like to start off by acknowledging two things so you don't have to later ask yourself if I'm aware of them: Yes. Yes I am deeply aware that it is privilege that I've had two weeks off. It's not even just like... out there in the world privilege. It's right here in my … Continue reading Weekend purgatory…
You know that scene in the movie in which some woman is chronicling her life. She's seated in front of the laptop staring at the blinking cursor on the blank screen and the voiceover starts. I've been sitting here for the past few minutes replaying that scene in my head. But it's me staring at … Continue reading 44 and wondering what even is time anymore…
It's funny what you think about when faced with extended boredom and possible annihilation of the human race. Over the last 10 months I've spent a lot of time thinking about my jewelry choices. Ummm.. Yeah. I know that sounds kind of odd. But we've been, essentially, under house arrest for almost a year. The … Continue reading my end of the world earring situation is on point…
Yesterday I received an invitation to speak at an upcoming meetup. Which happens from time to time. That sounds very fancy doesn't it? I'm fancy like that. Or perhaps people are just looking to fill content and my willingness to talk into a computer from far away is suddenly super useful. For once. Or something. … Continue reading Content Creation: I can do that…
This morning, I got a text from my dad. It was a simple text. So simple, in fact, that even the most casual observer would find it pretty straightforward. He texted me to ask how I was doing this morning. That's literally the entire content of his text. How are you doing this morning?My dad … Continue reading again…
I had to run an errand. It was important. I was out of gin. That's one of the very few things that I still go get. Almost everything except liquor we have delivered. Yes, it's admittedly a privilege. A significant one. But given a huge pile of givens — including but not limited to the … Continue reading two blocks…
My neighbor's kids used to whisper that I was a shut-in. They used to think I was afraid to leave my house because as far as they could tell I was always home. Their dad taught them if there was ever an emergency and he wasn't home or they couldn't find him that they should … Continue reading changing the things I can…
I've been a remote worker for about a decade now. Even before I started working for the famously distributed Automattic, I worked from home. First picking up the odd gig as a copywriter, then as a girl Friday for a meal planning company and its lovable yet inherently lazy founder. So I'm no stranger to … Continue reading let’s play office…
