Because it's 2020, and it shouldn't come as a surprise, I am publishing July's tater tot post on June 15th. Maybe because I hate this moment in time we are in, maybe because I have felt like shit for over a month, maybe because the post I had planned for today read like a third-grader… Continue reading Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots- Part 15
Tag: Anxiety
Nesting and Routines
I'm doing better than I expected during this pandemic. I have bad days, but nothing like what I imagined before all this started. I honestly believe our home has a lot to do with it. I'm grateful for everything my home has done for me lately. It is currently tasked with keeping all of us… Continue reading Nesting and Routines
Good News in the Midst of So Much Bad
Today is April 1st, which means the first day of birthday month. No exclamation point because birthday month also implies quarantine month, which means that my actual birthday (the 28th) will be spent in quarantine. I just want everyone to stop dying, stop getting sick, stay at home, and be decent human beings. That's what… Continue reading Good News in the Midst of So Much Bad
How This Became THIS
I had a way-too-long post planned about how my blog became… well, my blog — all in honor of my blogging anniversary. This Friday, June 14th, my blog turns nine. To celebrate, I was going to write from a prompt called “Tell Us the Story Behind Your Blog.” When you have a blog, you have… Continue reading How This Became THIS
An Offer I Can’t Refuse
So here’s the deal: I’m moving to a new (free) WordPress this month. Because I can’t afford $300 a year to run a blog where I write words and make very little, unreliable income from Google AdSense, Amazon, or Collective Bias—on the rare occasions they pick me. I can afford $30 a year to keep… Continue reading An Offer I Can’t Refuse
What No One Tells You About Getting Older
I was using the public restroom at my local Target a few years ago and was hovering—holding my winter coat up so it didn’t get wet in the toilet water, all while trying to keep my purse from touching the floor—when I felt a fart coming on. But I was in public and didn’t want… Continue reading What No One Tells You About Getting Older