Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →
I'm not much for looking back these days. If we've parted ways and I've processed what needs processing, I don't give the past much thought without good reason. Sometimes the door gets nailed shut because any sort of engagement is... Read more →
I'm watching my team slog through the final stages of data validation and user acceptance prior to a thrice delayed go live and I'm blasted by the noise. There's very little I can do for them other than track progress,... Read more →
It was funny on Friday morning. I mean REALLY funny, right up until it wasn't. He wobbled, he lurched, he fell over, and he got up again. He landed cone side down, muscled himself upright, and picked up his dignity.... Read more →
Pete's been eating again. During the day he samples small craft batches of chunky cat broth. We've finally agreed on a meal delivery system that works for both of us; I slide two tablespoons of bespoke-goo into his cave, he... Read more →
It's one pair of many and might be the rest are rotting in a landfill. We don't keep everything, right? I keep everything, or at least if feels that way. Stuff accumulates, but why? I can explain this pair. They're... Read more →
In 1997 I was not the only woman in the room but I was definitely outnumbered. However, 1997 was a grand improvement over 1992 and I was starting to feel better about it. Maybe more comfortable? I definitely thought it... Read more →
In 1999 my dad planted a tree. He marched himself into the forest and carefully selected a mostly straight sapling. It was a yellow maple, not to be confused with a sugar maple because it turns yellow, not red in... Read more →
I remember those jeans. Gap, circa 1998 and I never found another pair like them. They were retired in 2012, knees ripped out and patched at least twice, faded to almost-white, and definitely threadbare. The shirt is unremarkable if you... Read more →
I don't write for you, I write for me and if I don't publish it means I can't articulate past bullet points. Here's a thing I know: If your bandwidth is sapped in one place, it is sapped everywhere. Solution:... Read more →