Random musings of a southern, Jewish, gay, almost 50 year old, soon to be divorcée, equal opportunity offender, borderline animal hoarder who happens to do hair and sings a lot.
I have been dreading this entry. But I made a promise to myself, one year ago today, that I would reflect and write about the year I was about to endure. And here we are, kids. Twelve months have passed and all I know is the more I understand, the less I really know. Or…
Read more 1 year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. You get the picture…
April 13th, 1986. This was the day I started my first job. I had turned 16 two weeks prior, and couldn’t wait to begin my retail journey at The Limited in Columbia Mall. I felt so cool there. Bad ass. I was the only girl in my class who worked at The Mall. I may…
Read more The song i keep on playin’….The story i keep on tellin’…
As I sit outside on this outwardly beautiful morning, I take a sip of my coffee and start to cry. My dogs obsessively lick my face, confused as to why our morning ritual looks so different today. We are not all snuggled on the outdoor sofa, listening to the birds. Instead, I have found myself…
Read more Untitled because I cannot label it….Not yet, anyway.
Today started like any other day in quarantine. I woke up, fed my dogs, drank my coffee, checked the status of my unemployment claim, and checked the status of all financial aid that I have applied for. The results of my laborious search were less than acceptable. They were mind explosive and horrible. This coupled…
In a few hours I will be turning 49 years old. I will also be turning 6. How you might ask? And no, there isn’t some weird March 28th leap year shenanigans…although that would make some things make so much more sense…ok back to the point. Six years ago, at this very moment, I was…
I am Generation Ex 