prematurely grey

Just when I was starting to doubt the SOTD premise that I don’t really pick the SOTD, the SOTD happens to me, John Aielli rocked SOTD back into action Friday morning with “Everybody Ona Move.” I got Thea into the car to take her to the vet one more time, but this was the happiest [...]

People, I’m tired of feeling so downtrodden and under-wondered, tired of having nothing of note come out through my fingers to your eyes. (Few though they may be, they are plural nonetheless.) I’m back to that familiar place, the place of no product, where ideas drift around and through me and I just give them [...]

Back to basics. I’ve been trying to figure out who sings the life-affirming line “got to scrape the shit right off your shoes.” Why, you may ask. Well, yesterday was a two-clog day. Which means I went through two pairs of clogs while picking up the unfathomable amount of dog shit [...]

Last Friday morning, I was upstairs reading the paper, having a lazy morning. I get up and leave the house on Saturdays (women’s meeting) and Sundays (church). Sometimes, I just want to hang out in my pajamas and read, like any normal person does on the weekend for at least half and hour. No, [...]

Last Tuesday, the 29th of November, was the day of despair. All I could think was that SOTD was a sham. I was a sham. My writing was a sham.Anyone who could think that she was finding signs of intelligent life in the universe by listening to uplifting or calming or amusing [...]